The Emigrant: A Tale of AustraliaSimmonds, 1847 - 228 páginas |
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... morning came round again , there was I tolling out half a sovereign or so - yes , it's true , week after week , enter and cross the thingummies half worn in the shop and half out . Then the misery - oh ! the supplications , the begging ...
... morning came round again , there was I tolling out half a sovereign or so - yes , it's true , week after week , enter and cross the thingummies half worn in the shop and half out . Then the misery - oh ! the supplications , the begging ...
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... morning , And she sat looking upon the waves . " -- REVOLT OF ISLAM . " How vain , my dear Susan , are my attempts at repose ! There are but few nights that I can note productive of refreshing sleep . The mind , Susan , the mind that is ...
... morning , And she sat looking upon the waves . " -- REVOLT OF ISLAM . " How vain , my dear Susan , are my attempts at repose ! There are but few nights that I can note productive of refreshing sleep . The mind , Susan , the mind that is ...
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... morning , Captain . " " Good morrow , Mr. Blair . " " What's the pace this morning ? About six , I fancy ? " 66 66 Why , I should say , maybe half a knot more . ' By - the - bye , Captain , who is that delicate , mysterious young lady ...
... morning , Captain . " " Good morrow , Mr. Blair . " " What's the pace this morning ? About six , I fancy ? " 66 66 Why , I should say , maybe half a knot more . ' By - the - bye , Captain , who is that delicate , mysterious young lady ...
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... morning , gentlemen . Where's a Portuguese man - of - war ? " " Good morning , Turkey . No , the polypus so called . There , look you ! What splendid colours ! Cook , just dip your bucket under that fellow . Ay , there you have it ...
... morning , gentlemen . Where's a Portuguese man - of - war ? " " Good morning , Turkey . No , the polypus so called . There , look you ! What splendid colours ! Cook , just dip your bucket under that fellow . Ay , there you have it ...
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... morning , ladies ; how's papa ? ' 6 " He has passed a miserable night — so restless , and his cough is dread- 9 " What a shower we had just now ! it'll knock the wheat about . So they say Miss Brown is going to be married ! —well ...
... morning , ladies ; how's papa ? ' 6 " He has passed a miserable night — so restless , and his cough is dread- 9 " What a shower we had just now ! it'll knock the wheat about . So they say Miss Brown is going to be married ! —well ...
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actilly Adelaide ain't appeared arrived arter Australia beautiful behold bless blow blue peter boat bosom bottle breath Burchell bussum cabin Cape Cape Town Captain CHAPTER Charles Clinton Colony comfortable dear deck delighted Doctor dreadful emigrants fellow flowers forecastle forthwith gaze gentleman glorious hand happy hear heard heart Heaven heerd Hobart Town hour inquired Kangaroo Island Kingscote Lady Briscoe land laugh length letter look Mary Webb Mate melancholy memory serves mind Miss Blair morning Neptune never night numbers Ocean Queen once party Pauline pipe poor Queen Mab Rennie replied River Torrens roared round sail seen ship shore sigh singing soul South Australia storm Susan Sydney Table Bay Table Mountain tell Thank there's thing thou thought town Turkey turn unhappy vessel voice voyage walk wave whilst wine
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Página 6 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 25 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Página 134 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day...
Página 140 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade ! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Página 31 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Página 4 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ;w But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Página 51 - It is enough for me to prove That what I loved, and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, 'Tis nothing that I loved so well.
Página 87 - How calm, how beautiful comes on The stilly hour, when storms are gone ; When warring winds have died away, And clouds, beneath the glancing ray, Melt off, and leave the land and sea Sleeping in bright tranquillity...
Página 174 - The billows heave ! one glowing green expanse, Save where along the bending line of shore Such hue is thrown, as when the peacock's neck Assumes its proudest tint of amethyst, Embathed in emerald glory.
Página 108 - I shall conclude my remarks on his part with that poetical complaint of his being in love, and leave my reader to consider how prettily it would sound in the mouth of an emperor of Morocco. The god of love once more has shot his fires Into my soul, and my whole