...rian end, creeping under the cliffs. Far away, the Verona side, beyond the Island, lay fused in dim gold. The mountain opposite was so still, that my ... ...crevice, and sitting there we had the world below us—the lake, the distant island, the far-off low Verona shore. Then ‘John’ began to talk, and he tal... ...re than anywhere. The remembrance of the Ticino valley is a sort of night- mare to me. But it was better when at last, in the darkness of night, I got...

...us; so that of all I then went on to relate concerning my residence on the island I can scarcely remember a word. After this I was asked whether I des... ...me after his liberation, to leave the ves- sel clandestinely at one of the islands, but was brought back ignominiously, and again shut up. Being set a... ... up in the lawless ports of the Spanish Main, and among the savages of the islands. Like galley-slaves, they are only to be governed by scourges and c... ...is intention, we were now shaping our course for Hytyhoo, a village on the island of St. Christina—one of the Marquesas, and so named by Mendanna—for ... ...YHOO LESS THAN FORTY-EIGHT HOURS after leaving Nukuheva, the blue, looming island of St. Christina greeted us from afar. Drawing near the shore, the ... ...to a sort of doze, it was no wonder this uneasy posture gave me the night- mare. Under the delusion that I was about some gymnastics or other, I gave ... ...s infinitely superior in personal beauty and general healthfulness to the “marenhoar,” or common people; the latter having been more exposed to the wo... ...ked with porcupine quills, and jingling spurs. Mounted upon trained Indian mares, these heroes pursued their prey up to the very base of the burning m...

... the event of an unexpected launch, to work its way securely to any desert island in the world. Many minor incidents in the household life of the Ship... ...r a short pause: ‘not being like the Savages who came on Robinson Crusoe’s Island, we can’ t live on a man who asks for change for a sover- eign, and ... ...y were rambling alone among the broad leaves and tall trees of some desert island in the tropics—as he very likely fancied, for the time, they were. ‘... ... be glad to leave him, though I was going to be made Gover- nor of all the Islands in the West Indies, that’s enough. I’m a fixture.’ ‘W al’r, my lad,... ...is pockets and his legs drawn up under his chair, on a very small desolate island, lying about midway in an ocean of soap and water. The Captain’s win... ...mbey & Son leg, from White’s. What, are you here, T ommy? Foley on a blood mare. The Smalder girls’—and so forth. At the cer- emony Cousin Feenix is d...

...ention of civilization, wished to unite Sassari, the second capital of the island, with Cagliari by a magnificent highway (the only one ever made in t... .... Max, taken prisoner by the English, was sent to the Spanish hulks at the island of Cabrera, the most horrible of all stations for prisoners of war. ... ...x feet square) seven bullies among his fellow- prisoners, thus ridding the island of their tyranny to the great *The cruelty of the Spaniards to the F... ...iterranean fleet, to make a report of their condi- tion. As she neared the island, the wretched prisoners swam out to meet her. They were reduced to s... ... without discovery. When peace was proclaimed, in April, 1814, he left the island, depraved though still innocent. On his return to Issoudun he found ... ...ut it only cost four hundred and fifty francs; and Max bought a good stout mare, trained to harness, from an officer of a regiment then stationed at B...

...ey don’ t know it by that name in these parts. A man may call his house an island if he likes; there’s no act of Parliament against that, I believe?’ ... ...e, or abroad; whether I behold the peaceful industrious communities of our island home: her rivers covered with steamboats, her roads with locomotives... ...he newspapers. ‘My Dear Mr. Pugstyles, ‘Next to the welfare of our beloved island—this great and free and happy country, whose powers and resources ar... ..., I swear—till you have told me who you are.’ The groom hesitated, for the mare, who was a high-spir- ited animal and thorough-bred, plunged so violen... ... antagonist’s face from the eye to the lip. He saw the gash; knew that the mare had darted off at a wild mad gallop; a hundred lights danced in his ey... ... course.’ ‘It’s a lie!’ said Sir Mulberry; ‘I tell you it’s all a lie. The mare took fright.’ ‘They say he frightened her,’ observed Ralph, in the sam... ... to repair next day, per steamer from Westminster Bridge, unto the Eel-pie Island at Twickenham: there to make merry upon a cold collation, bottled be...

...cks, and Thyestes in his turn left it to Agamemnon to bear, that over many islands and all Argos he should be lord. Thereon he leaned and spake his sa... ... their backs. These were reared in Peraia by Apollo of the silver bow, two mares carrying onward the terror of battle. But of 39 The Iliad of Homer w... ... Demokoon, Priam’s bastard son that had come to him from tending his fleet mares in Abydos. Him Odysseus, being wroth for his comrade’s sake, smote wi... ...n his glory, and nimbly his limbs bear him to the haunts and pasturages of mares; even so Priam’s son Paris, glit tering in his armour like the shini... ... themselves with his flesh. So they fought like unto burning fire. But the mares of Neleus all sweating bare Nestor out of the battle, and also carrie... ...ysians, fierce fighters hand to hand, and the proud Hippemolgoi that drink mare’s milk, and the Abioi, the most righteous of men. T o T roy no more at... ...when a smoke issueth from a city and riseth up into the upper air, from an island afar off that foes beleaguer, while the others from their city fight...

...onceived in these terms: “Monseigneur — The king is about to set out for the fron- tiers. You are aware that the marriage of his majesty is concluded ... ...sold one, attracted the eye at a distance of a hundred paces; but they so formidably displeased the citizens, that he had finished by painting no more... ...the citizens, that he had finished by painting no more. He boasted of having painted a bath-room for Madame la Marechale d’Ancre, and mourned over thi... ... replied he, coldly, “you do prejudge.” “Monsieur, I am a well-meaning man, thank God! and simple hotelier as I am, there is in me the blood of a gent... ...That is my business.” “Oh! certainly. I do not mean to turn monsieur out.” 41 Dumas The blood rushed to the temples of the unknown; he darted at poor... ...memory,” replied Athos, smiling, “you had not recognized me before.” “Always refractory and grumbling — monsieur — mon- sieur — What do they call you?... ...ed: they were not yet furnished with their cannons, but the platforms had their gites and their madriers all prepared; the earth, beaten carefully, wa... ...en then,” said D’Artagnan, in the most natu- ral tone imaginable. “I said that because everybody here swears by M. Fouquet. The plain is M. Fouquet’s;... ... not be able to keep our foot- ing.” “I await your orders, my lord, but —” “But, you mean, we are still upon soil which is part of the king’s territor...

...rike Eight of ‘em, and she’s not come home yet! I hope Uncle Pumblechook’s mare mayn’t have set a fore-foot on a piece o’ ice, and gone down.” Mrs. Jo... ..., and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude. “Here comes the mare,” said Joe, “ringing like a peal of bells!” The sound of her iron shoe... ...Joe was soon landed, and Uncle Pumblechook was soon down too, covering the mare with a cloth, and we were soon all in the kitchen, carrying so much co... ...I stand talking to mere Mooncalfs, with Uncle Pumblechook waiting, and the mare catching cold at the door, and the boy grimed with crock and dirt from... ...l lake, on whose margin the bower was raised. This piece of water (with an island in the middle which might have been the salad for supper) was of a c... ...ick invited me to take a walk with him round the property, and see how the island looked in wintertime. Thinking that he did this to give me an opport...