The Mirror of the World: Or, Stories from All Climes

Wentworth & Company, 1856 - 316 pāgines

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Pāgina 222 - They retired from us with a wind at south-east, leaving an impression upon my mind to which I can give no name, though surely one ingredient in it was fear, with a considerable deal of wonder and astonishment. It was in vain to think of flying. The swiftest horse, or fastest sailing ship, could be of no use to carry us out of...
Pāgina 222 - Eleven of them ranged alongside of us about the distance of three miles. The greatest diameter of the largest appeared to me at that distance as if it would measure ten feet.
Pāgina 184 - We soon found ourselves in the midst of wide-spreading flocks of sheep and camels. As far as the eye could reach, to the right, to the left, and in front, still the same moving crowd. Long lines of asses and bullocks, laden with black tents, huge...
Pāgina 124 - ... mid surrounding gloom. Full many a feeling trembles through his frame. For which he never knew or sought a name ; And many a holy thought but half supprest Still lurks 'mid all the tempest of his breast. Pants not his heart with human hopes and fears, And is he not the child of smiles and tears...
Pāgina 222 - ... did actually more than once reach us. Again they would retreat so as to be almost out of sight, their tops reaching to the very clouds.
Pāgina 124 - mid all the tempest of his breast. Pants not his heart with human hopes and fears, And is he not the child of smiles and tears? Tis love that links him to his native woods, And pride that fires him while he breasts the floods, And glory guides him, felt but undefined, To battle with the breakers and the wind, To tempt the torrent, or in arms to claim The savage splendours of a warrior's name.
Pāgina 304 - I have a caprice — a fancy — for stopping up all night. At all events, I have no bed ; and, saving ninepence (sixpence in silver and threepence in coppers), no money. I must walk the streets all night ; for I cannot, look you, get anything in the shape of a bed for less than a shilling. Coffee-houses, into which — seduced by their cheap appearance — I have entered, and where I have humbly sought a lodging, laugh my ninepence to scorn. They demand impossible eighteenpences — unattainable...

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