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We were on the very verge of the desert , posted behind that hill with which you
are acquainted , commanding the road from Meshed , when we saw , in the very
first call of the morning , ' a cloud of dust , and heard the camel - bells . • Here is ...
We were on the very verge of the desert , posted behind that hill with which you
are acquainted , commanding the road from Meshed , when we saw , in the very
first call of the morning , ' a cloud of dust , and heard the camel - bells . • Here is ...
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Speak — tell me , you Timour , who have seen the world . , ' If you will allow your
slave to speak , " said Timour the scribe , « I will make a representation of such
things as I have heard in Persia . These Ingliz are men that possess bits of the ...
Speak — tell me , you Timour , who have seen the world . , ' If you will allow your
slave to speak , " said Timour the scribe , « I will make a representation of such
things as I have heard in Persia . These Ingliz are men that possess bits of the ...
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We bave heard much of Turcoman horses and Turcoman horsemanship - I
confess my opinion of both is , that they are alike contemptible . I had for my own
riding a horse called Choorlie , which had been bought of the Turka Turcomans
by the ...
We bave heard much of Turcoman horses and Turcoman horsemanship - I
confess my opinion of both is , that they are alike contemptible . I had for my own
riding a horse called Choorlie , which had been bought of the Turka Turcomans
by the ...
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After waiting a few minutes , the jingling , clattering noise of cavalry on the ' march
was i heard , and as the leading files passed the end of the wall where the
Empecinado was stationed , he gave the word to charge , and with his favourite
war ...
After waiting a few minutes , the jingling , clattering noise of cavalry on the ' march
was i heard , and as the leading files passed the end of the wall where the
Empecinado was stationed , he gave the word to charge , and with his favourite
war ...
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Thus it was that he who at the bivouac , or stretched on a paillasse in a peasant '
s cottage , was used to start from his slumbers at the jingle of a spur or click of a
musket - lock , heard not the blows that , an hour after midnight , were struck on ...
Thus it was that he who at the bivouac , or stretched on a paillasse in a peasant '
s cottage , was used to start from his slumbers at the jingle of a spur or click of a
musket - lock , heard not the blows that , an hour after midnight , were struck on ...
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Seite 373 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
Seite 174 - Fear ye not me? Saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?
Seite 231 - He is a middle-sized, spare man, about forty years old, of a brown complexion and darkbrown coloured hair, but wears a wig ; a hooked nose, a sharp chin, grey eyes, and a large mole near his mouth...
Seite 118 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 361 - I never saw them afterwards, or any sign of them except three of their hats, one cap, and two shoes that were not fellows.
Seite 92 - The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.— I'll talk to you, lady, but not beat you.
Seite 360 - Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name "Crusoe," and so my companions always called me.
Seite 22 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Seite 129 - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Seite 83 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.