The Balloon Travels of Robert Merry and His Young Friends, Over Various Countries in EuropeSheldon, 1866 - 312 páginas |
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... it . What a multitude of ships there are along the wharves ! Seth . Yes , but what makes it look so black ? 1 should think all the houses were painted with soot . Merry . The people burn coal here , in all 36 BALLOON TRAVELS .
... it . What a multitude of ships there are along the wharves ! Seth . Yes , but what makes it look so black ? 1 should think all the houses were painted with soot . Merry . The people burn coal here , in all 36 BALLOON TRAVELS .
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Samuel Griswold Goodrich. Merry . The people burn coal here , in all the houses . There are also a great many manufact ‹ ies , and these use a great deal of coal . The smoke mingles with the fog , and covers the city with a thick cloud ...
Samuel Griswold Goodrich. Merry . The people burn coal here , in all the houses . There are also a great many manufact ‹ ies , and these use a great deal of coal . The smoke mingles with the fog , and covers the city with a thick cloud ...
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... houses and streets , and in the midst dividing it into two parts , - is a small river , crossed by bridges . That I suppose the Thames . is Merry . Yes ; but you must not pronounce it Tuimes , but Tems ; that is what the English call it ...
... houses and streets , and in the midst dividing it into two parts , - is a small river , crossed by bridges . That I suppose the Thames . is Merry . Yes ; but you must not pronounce it Tuimes , but Tems ; that is what the English call it ...
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... house , with a great big stone lion on the top of it ! John . It's all very magnificent , but it seems to me the air is very smoky . Merry . What a set of chatterboxes you are ! Ellen . You must excuse us , Mr. Merry , but it is all so ...
... house , with a great big stone lion on the top of it ! John . It's all very magnificent , but it seems to me the air is very smoky . Merry . What a set of chatterboxes you are ! Ellen . You must excuse us , Mr. Merry , but it is all so ...
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... houses . James . Yes , but it is covered with fog or mist . Merry . But you must remember it is only ten o'clock in the morning . It is now clearing away . Do you observe that bending river , seeming to divide the city into two parts ...
... houses . James . Yes , but it is covered with fog or mist . Merry . But you must remember it is only ten o'clock in the morning . It is now clearing away . Do you observe that bending river , seeming to divide the city into two parts ...
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Página 301 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 302 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Página 300 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Página 304 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, . Cannon behind them, Volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of Six Hundred.
Página 142 - But small the bliss that sense alone bestows, And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. In florid beauty groves and fields appear, Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Página 301 - And furious every charger neighed, To join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow, On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Página 303 - Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd.
Página 303 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 56 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Página 300 - Twas Autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.