Cooper's Works: The two admirals

الغلاف الأمامي
James G. Gregory (successor to W.A. Townsend), 1857
 

الصفحات المحددة

طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات

عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة

مقاطع مشهورة

الصفحة 28 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
الصفحة 39 - I WANT a hero : an uncommon want, When every year and month sends forth a new one, Till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, The age discovers he is not the true one ; Of such as these I should not care to vaunt, I'll therefore take our ancient friend Don Juan — We all have seen him, in the pantomime, Sent to the devil somewhat ere his time.
الصفحة 308 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ! — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
الصفحة 162 - Hope's delusive mine,' as Johnson finely says ; and I may also quote the celebrated lines of Dryden, equally philosophical and poetical - — ' When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat, Yet, fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit — Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay : To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
الصفحة 235 - Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind; Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind; For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, But thee — and One above. »My father bless'd me fervently, Yet did not much complain; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again«.
الصفحة 340 - By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see (For one who hath no friend, no brother there) Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery, Their various arms that glitter in the air...
الصفحة 220 - For ever vain : come, and withouten fee • I in oblivion will your sorrows steep, Your cares, your toils ; will steep you in a sea Of full delight ; O come, ye weary wights, to me ! XIII.

معلومات المراجع