Romance of Travel: From Brest to the Isle of Bourbon, Brazil, &cJ. Blackwood, 1854 - 1 páginas |
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... sound and undisturbed repose on the planks which served us for beds ; I use this term , because , although our host asserted to the contrary , I could not bring myself to believe that the very hard substance placed on the bedstead could ...
... sound and undisturbed repose on the planks which served us for beds ; I use this term , because , although our host asserted to the contrary , I could not bring myself to believe that the very hard substance placed on the bedstead could ...
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... sounds of some women's voices , chattering and laughing like so many parrots . They were returning to the town , walking in a row , one after the other , and the greater number of them carried either jars or bottles on their heads ...
... sounds of some women's voices , chattering and laughing like so many parrots . They were returning to the town , walking in a row , one after the other , and the greater number of them carried either jars or bottles on their heads ...
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... sound and pleasant night's rest - and to say the truth , I should have been anything but pleased had they been going to pass the night at a distance which would have obliged them to travel the lonely road by which I should have to ...
... sound and pleasant night's rest - and to say the truth , I should have been anything but pleased had they been going to pass the night at a distance which would have obliged them to travel the lonely road by which I should have to ...
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... sound , like the stealthy movement of a nocturnal bird ; the aspect of this place was so extremely gloomy as to be almost mournful , and I could not help recalling the unpleasant countenances of the rascally looking fellows who had so ...
... sound , like the stealthy movement of a nocturnal bird ; the aspect of this place was so extremely gloomy as to be almost mournful , and I could not help recalling the unpleasant countenances of the rascally looking fellows who had so ...
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... sound strangely , but it is nevertheless true , and moreover , it does not proceed from over increase of population , but from the incorrigible idleness of the inhabitants , and their depraved and dissolute habits , which lead them to ...
... sound strangely , but it is nevertheless true , and moreover , it does not proceed from over increase of population , but from the incorrigible idleness of the inhabitants , and their depraved and dissolute habits , which lead them to ...
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admiration Albatross ancient Mariner animals appearance APPENDIX arrived beautiful bird Bourbon Braone Brazil Brazilian breeze burning stream Canary Canary islands Cape Town charming coleoptera colony companions creatures creole cultivated custom delighted dressed dwelling elegant Espérance excursion eyes families fazenda fazendeiro foliage forest France French fruits Guanches head honour horses Hottentot huts immense inhabitants insect island Isle of Bourbon kind labour Lagrené Laguna land latter leave light live looked Madame manner master morning mountain mulatto native nature negresses negroes never night Novo Friburgo Paarl perceived planters plants Port Natal possessed pretty priest Queimado replied resemble residence road rocks round Santa Cruz scarcely scene seemed Senhor Patricio Serra ship silk worm singular slaves soil sort stream sugar Syren Teneriffe thing tion took traveller trees tropical valley vegetation vessel walk whilst wretched young girl
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Página 295 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Página 307 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Página 309 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 300 - How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it neared and neared : As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered. With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried,...
Página 316 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
Página 298 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 308 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Página 303 - I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I...
Página 297 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariner's hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Página 302 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.