Blackbeard: A Page from the Colonial History of Philadelphia, Band 1

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Harper & brothers, 1835
 

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Seite 13 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
Seite 215 - IN Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears.
Seite 61 - He seeth the yonge swannes, heerons, duckes, cotes, and many other foules wyth theyr brodes; whyche me semyth better than alle the noyse of houndys; the blastes of hornys and the scrye of foulis that hunters, fawkeners and foulers can make. And yf the angler take fysshe; surely thenne is there noo man merier than he is in his spyryte.
Seite 103 - When gentle Una saw the second fall Of her deare knight, who, weary of long fight And faint through losse of blood, moov'd not at all, But lay, as in a dreame of deepe delight, Besmeard with pretious Balme, whose vertuous...
Seite 113 - Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And on the tawny sands and shelves Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves. By dimpled brook and fountain brim, The wood-nymphs, decked with daisies trim, Their merry wakes and pastimes keep. What hath night to do with sleep ? Night hath better sweets to prove, Venus now wakes, and wakens Love.
Seite 61 - And yet atte the leest he hath his holsom walke and mery at his ease, a swete ayre of the swete savoure of the meede floures that makyth hym hungry.
Seite 34 - Who robbs us of our merchant ware.' King Henrye frownd, and turned him rounde, And swore by the Lord, that was mickle of might, ' I thought he had not beene in the world, Durst have wrought England such unright.
Seite 185 - Wrapp'd in a pleasing trance of tender woe, And muse and fold thy languid arms, Feeding thy fancy on her charms, Thou dost not love, for love is nourish'd so.
Seite 225 - I AM a man of war and might, And" know thus much, that I can fight, Whether I am i' th' wrong or right, Devoutly. No woman under heaven I fear, New oaths I can exactly swear, And forty healths my brain will bear Most stoutly.
Seite 9 - Of some the abundance of an idle brain Will judged be, and painted forgery, Rather than matter of just memory: Since none that breatheth living air, doth know Where is that happy land of faery Which I so much do vaunt, but no where show, But vouch antiquities, which nobody can know.

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