Tales of the Garden of KosciuskoWest & Trow, 1834 - 216 páginas |
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... Dalrymple , son of the captain of the Centaur , which had gone down during the night , and all had perished but themselves . They begged Capt . Elliot not to throw the body overboard , as Capt . Dalrymple was not lost with his ship ...
... Dalrymple , son of the captain of the Centaur , which had gone down during the night , and all had perished but themselves . They begged Capt . Elliot not to throw the body overboard , as Capt . Dalrymple was not lost with his ship ...
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... Dalrymple came on board the brig , and before he had time to make any inquiries , Bill Jones brought up the midshipman in his arms , and said , mayhap , captain , you know this boy . The father and son were both overcome . Capt . Elliot ...
... Dalrymple came on board the brig , and before he had time to make any inquiries , Bill Jones brought up the midshipman in his arms , and said , mayhap , captain , you know this boy . The father and son were both overcome . Capt . Elliot ...
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... Dalrymple , and the troops on garrison duty , and others , who repaired to the spot without loss of time , and while there , learnt from a negress , who was collecting herbs , that she saw the party of hostile negroes , with two white ...
... Dalrymple , and the troops on garrison duty , and others , who repaired to the spot without loss of time , and while there , learnt from a negress , who was collecting herbs , that she saw the party of hostile negroes , with two white ...
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... Dalrymple . My father had promised me that they should not be executed until we had heard further from the city . We had discovered , the afternoon previous to our being made captives , that the messenger sent with a flag of truce had ...
... Dalrymple . My father had promised me that they should not be executed until we had heard further from the city . We had discovered , the afternoon previous to our being made captives , that the messenger sent with a flag of truce had ...
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... Dalrymple was unfortunately confined to his bed with the gout in the stomach , and his physicians thought it dangerous to name the return of his son to him . This was done , however , by degrees , but with the express injunction of his ...
... Dalrymple was unfortunately confined to his bed with the gout in the stomach , and his physicians thought it dangerous to name the return of his son to him . This was done , however , by degrees , but with the express injunction of his ...
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Acllahua acquainted arms army arrived Atahualpa beauty Bill Jones boat brave brig cacique Cæsar called Capt captain Captain Newman child Colonel Elliot commissary Coya Mama Cudjo Cusco Dalrymple Danforth daughter Deacon death Diego Don Martin door duty emperor enemy eyes father fell garden gave gentleman Gilman give hand Harry heard heart honor horse hour Huasca HUAYNA CAPAC husband Inca Indians inquired instantly island Julius Julius Cæsar knew lived look Lucy master miles mind Monegan morning mother mountains Neddy never night Nuna Oakum officer once passed Peru Peruvian Pizarro prison Quito reached replied sailors Sayri Tupac seemed seen Seka sent ship Sir John solemn soon soul Spaniards spirit story stranger suffer taken thing thought tion told took traveller Tupac Amaru whole wife William Hutchins wounded young
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Página 93 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 23 - ... melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Página 177 - He knew his lord : — he knew, and strove to meet (In vain he strove), to crawl, and kiss his feet ; Yet (all he could) his tail, his ears, his eyes, Salute his master, and confess his joys.
Página 176 - Thus, near the gates conferring as they drew, Argus, the dog, his ancient master knew: He not unconscious of the voice and tread, Lifts to the sound his ear, and rears his head; Bred by Ulysses, nourish'd at his board, But, ah!
Página 177 - Not Argus so (Eumaeus thus rejoin'd), But served a master of a nobler kind: Who never, never shall behold him more ! Long, long since perish'd on a distant shore ! O had you seen him, vigorous, bold, and young, Swift as a stag, and as a lion strong ! Him no fell savage on the plain withstood, None...
Página 178 - Jove fix'd it certain, that whatever day Makes man a slave takes half his worth away.
Página 105 - And weepings heard where only joy has been ; When by his children borne, and from his door Slowly departing to return no more, He rests in holy earth with them that went before. And such is Human Life ; so gliding on, It glimmers like a meteor, and is gone...
Página 148 - What th' unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously ; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to resist His...
Página 177 - Ulysses' gate? His bulk and beauty speak no vulgar praise: If, as he seems, he was in better days, Some care his age deserves; or was he prized For worthless beauty? therefore now despised; Such dogs and men there are, mere things of state; And always cherish'd by their friends, the great.
Página 177 - None scap'd him, bosom'd in the gloomy wood: His eye how piercing, and his scent how true, To wind the vapour in the tainted dew! Such, when Ulysses left his natal coast, Now years unnerve him, and his lord is lost] The women keep the generous creature bare, A sleek and idle race is all their care.