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Sporting Scenes and Sundry Sketches: Being the Miscellaneous ..., Volumen2
Vista completa - 1842
Sporting Scenes and Sundry Sketches: Being the Miscellaneous ..., Volumen1
Sin vista previa disponible - 2019
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Página 71 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Página 186 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 188 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
Página 209 - For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars, that glow In the motionless fields of upper air...
Página 167 - LITHE and lysten, gentylmen, That be of frebore blode ; I shall you tell of a good yeman, His name was Robyn Hode.
Página 170 - His inward woe. Now like a wearied stag, That stands at bay, the hern provokes their rage ; Close by his languid wing, in downy plumes Covers his fatal beak, and cautious hides The well-dissembled fraud. The falcon darts Like lightning from above, and in her breast Receives the latent death : down plump she falls Bounding from earth, and with her trickling gore Defiles her gaudy plumage.
Página 167 - The saide Robert entertained an hundred tall men and good archers with such spoiles and thefts as he got, upon whom four hundred ( were they ever so strong) durst not give the onset. He suffered no woman to be oppressed, violated or otherwise molested : poore men's goods he spared, abundantlie relieving them with that which by theft he got from abbeys and the houses of rich carles : whom Maior (the historian) blameth for his rapine and theft, but of all theeves he affirmeth him to be the prince and...
Página 39 - ... gurgling in the fissures of the rock, or except now and then the cry of a solitary saucy gull, who would come out of his way in the firmament, to see what I was doing without a boat, all alone, in the middle of the sound ; and who would hover, and cry, and chatter, and make two or three circling swoops and dashes at me, and then, after having satisfied his curiosity, glide away in search of some other food to scream at. " I soon became half indolent, and quite indifferent about fishing ; so I...
Página 42 - The water had not got above my ankles, when, to my inexpressible joy, I saw a sloop bending down towards me, with the evident intention of picking me up. No man can imagine what were the sensations of gratitude which filled my bosom at that moment. " When she got within a hundred yards of the reef, I sung out to the man at the helm to luff up, and lie by, and lower the boat ; but to my amazement, I could get no reply, nor notice of my request.
Página 41 - The reef was completely covered, and the water was above the soles of my feet. I was not much of a swimmer, and as to ever reaching the Island, I could not even hope for that However, there was no alternative, and I tried to encourage myself, by reflecting that necessity was the mother of invention, and that desperation will sometimes ensure success.