Forty Years in the World: Or, Sketches and Tales of a Soldier's Life, Band 3

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A. and W. Galignani, 1825
 

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Seite 240 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Seite 38 - Rejoice the soul of thy servant : for unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.
Seite 293 - Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words — health, peace, and competence. But health consists with temperance alone; And peace, O Virtue! peace is all thy own.
Seite 121 - Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood,— Her.
Seite 48 - MY God ! my God ! look upon me ; why hast thou forsaken me ? and art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint...
Seite 265 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Seite 13 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O ! I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer : a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces.
Seite 39 - Existence may be borne, and the deep root Of life and sufferance make its firm abode In bare and desolated bosoms ; mute The camel labours with the heaviest load, And the wolf dies in silence...
Seite 1 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye. But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
Seite 231 - Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian- angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...

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