Co mówią ludzie - Napisz recenzję
Nie znaleziono żadnych recenzji w standardowych lokalizacjach.
Inne wydania - Wyświetl wszystko
ague amusement barouche bear beauty believe better body bucheron Butts CHAPTER charm cheer Constantinople corduroy course dashing young Mick delight evidently exclaimed eyes fancy feel folks forest garden Gaston give habit happy heart hope horses hour human Indians intel John Bunyan Johnny-cake kind land least light living look Margold ment miles mind minister of religion Miss Angelica musquitoes natural neighbours neral ness never nigger night observation occasion once ourselves passed perhaps pleasant pleasure poor pork portunity prairie pretty pride quinine racter road saturnalia savannas scarcely scene seemed settlers shade Sibthorpe side smile social equality society spirit suppose sure sweet talk taste thing thought timber tion took tree true trundle bed turn village waggon western wife wild woods
Strona 97 - He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes ; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
Strona 242 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Strona 188 - I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Strona 51 - Coriolanus, who was afraid that ' girls with spits, and boys with stones, should slay him in puny battle ;' when the other crosses my imagination, I remember the prodigy in Macbeth : A falcon, towering in his pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
Strona 277 - In the wild depth of Winter, while without The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, Between the groaning forest and the shore Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene ; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join, To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead...
Strona 75 - What dire necessities on every hand Our art, our strength, our fortitude require ! Of foes intestine what a numerous band Against this little throb of life conspire ! Yet science can elude their fatal ire Awhile, and turn aside death's level'd dart, Soothe the sharp pang, allay the fever's fire, And brace the nerves once more, and cheer the heart, And yet a few soft nights and balmy days impart.
Strona 271 - Two elements, then, seem to be comprised in the great fact which we call civilization; — two circumstances are necessary to its existence — it lives upon two conditions — it reveals itself by two symptoms: the progress of society, the progress of individuals; the melioration of the social system, and the expansion of the mind and faculties of man.
Strona 161 - I was saying, our road was not "laid," so it was a very even and pleasant one, although it led through a rough country. We had not yet lost the fresh breeze of the early morning, but the sun had become so powerful as to make the flickering shade of these scattered woods very delightful to us all. The children were never tired of watching the vagaries of the little chipmonk" as he glanced from branch to branch with almost the swiftness of light, but they screamed with pleasure when the noise of our...