The Turkish Spies Ali Abubeker Kaled, and Zenobia Marrita Mustapha, Or, the Mohammedan Prophet of 1854: A True History of the Russo-Turkish WarA. R. Orton, 1855 - 267 pages |
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Page 70 - Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease!
Page 17 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 70 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Page 70 - When lost— what recks it — by disease or strife ? Let him who crawls enamour'd of decay, Cling to his couch, and sicken years away, Heave his thick breath, and shake his palsied head ; Ours— the fresh turf, and not the feverish bed.
Page 70 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
Page 143 - I'm going to be immoral ; now I mean to show things really as they are, Not as they ought to be : for I avow, That till we see what's what in fact, we're far From much improvement...
Page 219 - And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
Page 207 - What boots it, on the lineal tree to trace, Through many a branch, the founders of our race, Time-honored chiefs ; if, in their sight, we give A loose to vice, and like low villains live?
Page 209 - Bartsia, in his painted vest Of green and crimson. Tut! enough, enough, Your madcap fancy runs too riot, girl. We must shut up your books of Botany, And give you graver studies.
Page 228 - The Lust of Gold succeeds the Rage of Conquest, The Lust of Gold, unfeeling and remorseless ! The last Corruption of degenerate Man...