Romance of Travel: From Brest to the Isle of Bourbon, Brazil, &cJ. Blackwood, 1854 - 1 Seiten |
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... turning to the other side of the mountain , leads to the valley of Orotava , the first sight of which surprises the traveller exceedingly - the scene behind him , with its thick woods , bare and grisly rocks , and wheat fields , is at ...
... turning to the other side of the mountain , leads to the valley of Orotava , the first sight of which surprises the traveller exceedingly - the scene behind him , with its thick woods , bare and grisly rocks , and wheat fields , is at ...
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... un quartillo , señor . " I was so thoroughly disgusted with this vile system of beggary , that I turned away my head , intending to let them pass without notice - but the last 42 AN INTERESTING BEGGAR . of them proffered her request.
... un quartillo , señor . " I was so thoroughly disgusted with this vile system of beggary , that I turned away my head , intending to let them pass without notice - but the last 42 AN INTERESTING BEGGAR . of them proffered her request.
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... turning to look at her , and was at once struck with her beauty , and the elegance of her general appearance . She was of tall stature and slighter than the natives generally are , with a delicately bronzed com ... turned over in my mind.
... turning to look at her , and was at once struck with her beauty , and the elegance of her general appearance . She was of tall stature and slighter than the natives generally are , with a delicately bronzed com ... turned over in my mind.
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... turned over in my mind the probable results of the walk , and the reflection , together with the purity of the blue sky above me , the soft languid atmosphere , and the perfume of the aromatic plants around , took such an effect upon me ...
... turned over in my mind the probable results of the walk , and the reflection , together with the purity of the blue sky above me , the soft languid atmosphere , and the perfume of the aromatic plants around , took such an effect upon me ...
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... turning to the window , en- deavoured to renew our agreeable conversation ; the climb- ing plants , which fell in festoons from the roof , had thrust their flexible boughs through the interstices of the trellis work , so completely ...
... turning to the window , en- deavoured to renew our agreeable conversation ; the climb- ing plants , which fell in festoons from the roof , had thrust their flexible boughs through the interstices of the trellis work , so completely ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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,...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.