The New Monthly Magazine and HumoristHenry Colburn, 1846 |
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... speak English was ordered in as interpreter . He asked us where we came from in the canoe . I replied that we came from the south , but we had been wrecked in a big ship , and had taken the canoe , which we found on the beach . They ...
... speak English was ordered in as interpreter . He asked us where we came from in the canoe . I replied that we came from the south , but we had been wrecked in a big ship , and had taken the canoe , which we found on the beach . They ...
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... speak , except in a whisper , telling them that their mistress was not well , and that we had better go to bed , and not talk . They stared at me at the idea of the mistress being ill ; they had never known her complain of any thing ...
... speak , except in a whisper , telling them that their mistress was not well , and that we had better go to bed , and not talk . They stared at me at the idea of the mistress being ill ; they had never known her complain of any thing ...
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... speak to me . no answer . My mistress at last came out . She commenced with abuse , but I gave She tried soothing , but I was mute . At last she became frantic in her passion , hurled me away from her , and after being dreadfully beaten ...
... speak to me . no answer . My mistress at last came out . She commenced with abuse , but I gave She tried soothing , but I was mute . At last she became frantic in her passion , hurled me away from her , and after being dreadfully beaten ...
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... speaking . Silence ! " repeated I , in a whisper , " I hear them , they are round the house . " I stood upon one of the stools and looked through a loop - hole . It was very dark , but as the Indians stood on the hill there was clear ...
... speaking . Silence ! " repeated I , in a whisper , " I hear them , they are round the house . " I stood upon one of the stools and looked through a loop - hole . It was very dark , but as the Indians stood on the hill there was clear ...
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... speaking , and each taking a musket , we kneeled down at the lower loop - holes which I have described . On second thoughts , I mounted the stool , whispering to her , " Don't fire till I do . " The Indians came to the door and tapped ...
... speaking , and each taking a musket , we kneeled down at the lower loop - holes which I have described . On second thoughts , I mounted the stool , whispering to her , " Don't fire till I do . " The Indians came to the door and tapped ...
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Seite 40 - To the broad column which rolls on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes Of a new world, than only thus to be Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly, With many windings, through the vale :— Look back! Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread, — a matchless cataract...
Seite 134 - Train up a child in the way he should go, and he will not depart from it...
Seite 56 - His eye kindles at the sight, and balancing himself with half-opened wings, on the branch, he watches the result. Down, rapid as an arrow from heaven, descends the distant object of his attention, the roar of its wings reaching the ear as it disappears in the deep, making the surge foam around.
Seite 40 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death.bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
Seite 163 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
Seite 56 - The unencumbered Eagle rapidly advances, and is just on the point of reaching his opponent, when, with a sudden scream, probably of despair and honest execration, the latter drops his fish : the Eagle, poising himself for a moment, as if to take a more certain aim, descends like a whirlwind, snatches it in his grasp ere it reaches the water, and bears his ill-gotten booty silently away to the woods.
Seite 56 - ... but man ; and, from the ethereal heights to which he soars, looking abroad, at one glance, on an immeasurable expanse of forests, fields, lakes, and ocean, deep below him, he appears indifferent to the...
Seite 56 - Down, rapid as an arrow from heaven, descends the distant object of his attention, the roar of its wings reaching the ear, as it disappears in the deep, making the surges foam around ! At this moment the eager looks of the eagle are all...
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Seite 56 - ... glance, on an immeasurable expanse of forests, fields, lakes, and ocean, deep below him, he appears indifferent to the little localities of change of seasons ; as in a few minutes he can pass from summer to winter, from the lower to the higher regions of the atmosphere, the abode of eternal cold, and from thence descend at will to the torrid or the arctic regions of the earth.