Bole ponjis. Containing The tale of the buccaneer ... and other ingredients, Volumen2;Volumen434 |
Términos y frases comunes
Allah amidst balalaika Balasore beautiful Bengal blast boys brave breath breeze bright brow bubble and squeak Budge Budge Budge Bus.-Oh Buskin Calcutta Captain Rocket Chinsura cloth clouds Coddle Cohenstein Curaçoa dark dear dust earth eyes fellow flowers gentleman ghost glittering glorious glory glow gold green Hamlet head heart heaven Henry Langridge honour hookah horse hour howling India John Langridge Kubbadar Cham light look Lord Mashallah masters mighty Mimms moon morning mountains mulligatawny musquitos Nealini never NEWGATE STREET night o'er Ophelia Othello Ottacer pale PALE ALE Peter Pods poor pray rain roar Robin Cook rose round Royal Bengal Tiger scene sigh silver Silvernib Simms Sing Sir Marmaduke sleep smile soft soul sparkling stars Sterm stream sweet tell thee thine thing thou thousand thunder to-morrow trees voice wassail waves wind wings worship young
Pasajes populares
Página 236 - Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 151 - Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Página 213 - Who did not know that Office Jaun of pale Pomona green, With its drab and yellow lining, and picked out black between, Which down the Esplanade did go at the ninth hour of the day ? We ne'er shall see it thus again— Alas ! and well-a-day...
Página 271 - IV. Thy mighty father joyfully Look'd from his throne on high ; He mark'd his spirit live in thee ; He smiled to see thee die, — To see thy sabre's last faint sweep Tinged with a foeman's gore, To see thee go to the hero's sleep With thy red wounds all before.
Página 320 - ... it must equally be considered a splendid performance ; and for the present we have no hesitation in saying that it is by far the best representation of Homer's Iliad in the English language.
Página 8 - And then the lover, Sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Página 270 - LIGHT of my faith ! thy flame is quenched In this deep night of blood : The sceptre from thy race is wrenched, And of the brave who stood Around thy Musnud, strong and true, When this day's sunbeams on the brow Of yonder mountains glanced, how few Are left to weep thee now...
Página 215 - And all did love to see him with his jacket rather long (It was the way they wore them when good Mr. Simms was young.) With his nankeen breeches buckled by two gold buckles alway, And his China tight silk stockings, pink and shiny — well-a-day...
Página 284 - ... purple face with sleet is sear'd, His nose also. Happy the man whose fingers five Seem to have left him altogether, And feet are scarcely more alive In wintry weather. And happier he, who heavenly cold, From warmth and sunshine far away, Lives till his freezing blood grows old At Hudson's Bay. He in a beauteous basin, wrought Of frozen quicksilver, his feet May lave in water down to nought Of Fahrenheit. The whole year round too, if he pleases, Far from the sun's atrocious beams He may, unbaked...
Página 218 - And he was full of anecdote, and spiced his prime Pale Ale With many a cheerful bit of talk, and many a curious tale, How Dexter ate his buttons off, and in a one horse chay My Lord Cornwallis drove about — Alas ! and well-a-day ! And every Doorga Poojah would good Mr.