The Hobart Town Magazine, Volume 2H. Melville, 1834 - Tasmania |
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... dear native land . The instant Mackay appeared , hunger , thirst , and fatigue were forgotten ; the soldiers clustered round him , and seating themselves by the watch- fire , thought only of listening to the joke , the tale , or the ...
... dear native land . The instant Mackay appeared , hunger , thirst , and fatigue were forgotten ; the soldiers clustered round him , and seating themselves by the watch- fire , thought only of listening to the joke , the tale , or the ...
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... my uncle . " What , not about the eyes ? Laws ! Mr. Highmore ! he has his dear mother's eyes to a T ! " " Tut ! nonsense ! stuff ! you only say this to please me ! " " Indeed , Sir , I speak the truth , 26 Timothy Templeton .
... my uncle . " What , not about the eyes ? Laws ! Mr. Highmore ! he has his dear mother's eyes to a T ! " " Tut ! nonsense ! stuff ! you only say this to please me ! " " Indeed , Sir , I speak the truth , 26 Timothy Templeton .
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... dear enchantment in my happy sleep , I'll bless thee , goddess , when I wake to woo . TALE OF EMOUKA . X. ( CONTINUED FROM VOL . I. , PAGE 274. ) The country of New Zealand is subject to uncommonly thick fogs , which are generally ...
... dear enchantment in my happy sleep , I'll bless thee , goddess , when I wake to woo . TALE OF EMOUKA . X. ( CONTINUED FROM VOL . I. , PAGE 274. ) The country of New Zealand is subject to uncommonly thick fogs , which are generally ...
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... dear Emouka was laying on the floor , almost strangled , suffering the agonies of death ; but her strength had failed to accomplish the desperate purpose ; she had twisted some dried flax into a cord , and fixing one end round her neck ...
... dear Emouka was laying on the floor , almost strangled , suffering the agonies of death ; but her strength had failed to accomplish the desperate purpose ; she had twisted some dried flax into a cord , and fixing one end round her neck ...
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... dear ashes lie , In bitter transport sits her down to die . Her sorrowing kindred mark the wasted cheek , The straining eye - ball and the stifled shriek ; And sing the praises of her deathless name , As the last flutter racks her ...
... dear ashes lie , In bitter transport sits her down to die . Her sorrowing kindred mark the wasted cheek , The straining eye - ball and the stifled shriek ; And sing the praises of her deathless name , As the last flutter racks her ...
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Popular passages
Page 243 - And why ? I was grieved at the wicked : I do also see the ungodly in such prosperity.
Page 103 - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled...
Page 103 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 103 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 151 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
Page 137 - Press her lips the while they glow With love that they have often told, — Hereafter thou mayst press in woe, And kiss them till thine own are cold. Press her lips the while they glow!
Page 103 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school , The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind...
Page 103 - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Page 103 - Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening's close Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There, as I passed with careless steps and slow, The mingling notes came softened from below; The swain responsive as the milk-maid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Page 263 - ... supply all demands of this nature; and if the histories of every house were made public, you would shudder. Even in our small menage, our cook has committed murder, our footman burglary, and the housemaid bigamy ! But these formidable truths are hushed up, or tried to be so.