Belgravia, Volume 1

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Willmer & Rogers, 1867 - English periodicals
 

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Page 47 - The winds roared, and the rains fell. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk; no wife to grind his corn.
Page 376 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit : The first true gentleman, that ever breathed.
Page 292 - The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west : But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Page 402 - Smoke away," said the lawyer ; " and if you can drink brandy-and-soda at this time of day, you'll find the de quoi in that cupboard. Make yourself at home." Mr. Hawkehurst declined the brandy-andsoda, and regaled himself only with a cigar, which he took from his own case. He sat in one of the second-floor windows smoking, and looking dreamily into the gardens, while George Sheldon drew up the agreement. He was thinking that any hazard which took him away from London and Charlotte Halliday might be...
Page 98 - No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates. The path lies o'er the Sea, Invisible; and from the land we went, As to a floating City — steering in, And gliding up her streets as in a dream, So smoothly, silently — by many a dome, Mosque-like, and many a stately portico, The statues ranged along an azure sky; By many a pile in more than Eastern pride, Of old the residence of merchant-kings ; The fronts of some, though Time had shattered them. Still glowing with the richest hues...
Page 49 - Scott are both dead; but though all the Europeans who are with me should die, and though I were myself half dead, I would still persevere; and if I could not succeed in the object of my journey, I would at last die on the Niger.
Page 48 - This was the manner in which I used to ascertain the depth of a river in Africa before I ventured to cross it, judging whether the attempt would be safe by the time the bubbles of air took to ascend.
Page 46 - I have known both hunger and nakedness to the utmost extremity of human suffering. I have known what it is to have food given me as charity to a madman...
Page 217 - Come to thy God at last.' But why are Bottreaux's echoes still ? Her tower stands proudly on the hill, Yet the strange chough that home hath found, The lamb lies sleeping on the ground. Come to thy God in time ! Should be her answering chime. Come to thy God at last ! Should echo on the blast.
Page 347 - ... hunting-dress copied from a family portrait at Puy Verdun, I costumed as one of Law's Mississippi Indians ; the other men in like garish frippery, adorned with broideries and jewels that looked wan in the pale light of dawn. Our quarrel had been a fierce one — a quarrel which could have but one result, and that the direst. I had struck him ; and the welt raised by my open hand was crimson upon his fair womanish face as he stood opposite to me. The eastern sun shone on the face presently, and...

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