THE Soldier of Fortune a Tale of the Crimean War. Chapter Xxix
What can we now endure, When pains are lessened by the hope of cure? [?] —NA[?]. In[?]ced by the persuasion of his wife, the…
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THE Soldier of Fortune a Tale of the Crimean War. Chapter Xxx
Sorrow treads heavily, and leaves behind A deep impression, even when she departs; While joy trips by with steps as light as the wind, And scarcely leaves a trace upon our hearts…
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Con[?]ience, what art thou? tremendous power! W[?] inhabit us without our leave; [?] art within ourselves another self…
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The knowledge which as spirits we obtain. Is to be Talued in the midst of pain. Annihilation were to lose heaven more They are not quite exiled whose thoughts can soar…
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Without waiting for any further re[?]strance on the subject, the speaker took his departure, leaving the exiles with the friend whom Providence had so unexpectedly sent…
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Strong as necessity he starts away. Climbs against wrong, and brightens into day. SAVAGE. In the course of a new days not only was…
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Lastly came "WINTER, all clothed in frize, Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill; Whilst on his hoary beard his breath did freeze, And the dull drops that from his purple bill…
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After reloading his gun with a brace of bullets, he prepared to sally from their retreat; just as he reached, the entrance a loud cry, something like the yell of a wild Indian,…
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Why should man despair are there not moments Which repay a life of suffering [?] Who can tell If heaven in mercy hath not marked, In Time's dark calender, one such blest hour,…
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This sour informer, the hate-breeding spy, This clinker that eats up love's tender spring, This carry-tale—dissentious Jealousy[?] That sometimes true nows, sometimes false, doth…
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This was the name of his mother's family, which, by the laws of Frnace the speaker was entitled to bear in addition to his own, if he thought fit. That of his father he cared…
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The friends reached the station as the sledge with the family of the Troubetskois quiteed it. Alexis, who was driving, could not resist the impulse to draw up, in order to…
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Ah me! how oft will fancy's spells, in slumber R[?]call my native country to my mind: How oft regret will bid me sadly number Each lost delight and dear friend left behind!…
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O sacred sorrow by which souls are tried, Sent not to punish mortals but to guide. If thou art mine (and who shall proudly dare To tell his Maker he hath had his share),…
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IT was morning before they returned from the unsuccessful chase; all trace of Ishmael had disappeared. The noxt night they watched the but of Reuben Bight, under the…
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IT is not pleasant for an Englishman to look back upon that terrible year, 1877. For all the bloodshed in these prolonged campaigns we were responsible. But for the criminal and…
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But [?] not long, for in the tedious minutes Exquisite interval, I am on the rack' For sure the greatest evil we can know. Bears no proportion to this dread supense.—…
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Sorrow comes not alone, e'en as the hour Succeeds the hour, so does grief follow grief; Such is the day of life—time's constant lesson. OLD PLAY…
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The snare ho sets for others, you shall find Will prove his grave—it is his destiny To fall by over-cunning; he is one Who never leurnt the use of honesty;…
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There is not, probably, in the history of nations, a more astute government to be met with than taht of Russia; it is gentle with the strong and strong only with the weak,…
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