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... believe the rage with which it raves When angry Boreas bids the storm arise , And calls his wild winds from their wintry caves ? Now soft Favonius breaths his gentlest sighs , Auspicious omens wait , serenely smile the skies . - Psyche ...
... believe the rage with which it raves When angry Boreas bids the storm arise , And calls his wild winds from their wintry caves ? Now soft Favonius breaths his gentlest sighs , Auspicious omens wait , serenely smile the skies . - Psyche ...
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... believe him to be the captain of the banditti . ” his " Dotard ! " exclaimed the stranger , and eye fell again upon his book ; but , think- ing it necessary to explain , he added— “ I have seen him in Edinburgh - I hear he is married ...
... believe him to be the captain of the banditti . ” his " Dotard ! " exclaimed the stranger , and eye fell again upon his book ; but , think- ing it necessary to explain , he added— “ I have seen him in Edinburgh - I hear he is married ...
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... believe there was a person in Scotland of whom he need be apprehensive . This rea- soning Ardourly thought as conclusive as the former , and , when assisted by his ardent endeavours to acquiesce in its justice , finally dispelled the ...
... believe there was a person in Scotland of whom he need be apprehensive . This rea- soning Ardourly thought as conclusive as the former , and , when assisted by his ardent endeavours to acquiesce in its justice , finally dispelled the ...
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... believe he was the iden- tical person who landed from the privateer , and that I frightened him with his own de- scription ; for , the next day , he was again seen at Kinkairn , from whence he took a horse which he left at a small ...
... believe he was the iden- tical person who landed from the privateer , and that I frightened him with his own de- scription ; for , the next day , he was again seen at Kinkairn , from whence he took a horse which he left at a small ...
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... confined to his own knowledge ; so jealous was he that any one else should think ill of the fair Jessie , though he was compelled to do so himself . CHAPTER VII . Believe not what the landmen say , THE PRIVATEER . 137.
... confined to his own knowledge ; so jealous was he that any one else should think ill of the fair Jessie , though he was compelled to do so himself . CHAPTER VII . Believe not what the landmen say , THE PRIVATEER . 137.
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Aberdeen amongst amusement appeared Ardourly arms Ayrton beauty better boat Brachen breath brig Captain Raleigh Castleton coronach corvette countenance Crathie cried Cupar danger dared dark Dastard dear dear Jessie desired doubt dourly Emily enemy eyes fate father favoured fear feeling fortune gaze give Gleneldie Glenshee gone hand happy heard heart Henry honour hope horse Inver Jessie Colraith Jessie's Kate Kenneth knew Lady Brachenshaw Lady of Brachenshaw Laird of Brachenshaw Laird of Invercraig leave less look M'Kay M'Kay's Madam master ment merated mind Miss Colraith Miss Grey morning never niece night North Sea pale passed perhaps person poor priva Privateer racter replied round sailor Scotland secret seemed seen ship shore side soldier soon stood stranger tain tell thee thing thou thought tion turned voice Wandering Willie wind young lady
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Seite 35 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. ''Hearts of oak...
Seite 117 - ... below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps ; So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode; 'Tis now th...
Seite 35 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Seite 117 - Yet time has seen, that lifts the low, And level lays the lofty brow, Has seen this broken pile complete, Big with the vanity of state ; But transient is the smile of fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Seite 177 - Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain; Were death denied, to live would not be life ; Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure : we fall ; we rise, we reign ! Spring from our fetters ; fasten in the skies ; Where blooming Eden withers in our sight : Death gives us more than was in Eden lost. This king of terrpurs is the prince of peace.
Seite 97 - And soveraine moniment of mortall vowes, How shall frayle pen descrive her heavenly face, For feare, through want of skill, her beauty to disgrace...
Seite 177 - Death is the crown of life : Were death deny'd, poor man would live in vain ; Were death deny'd, to live would not be life ; Were death deny'd, ev'n fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure : we fall ; we rise ; we reign ! Spring from our fetters ; fasten in the skies ; Where blooming Eden withers in our sight : Death gives us more than was in Eden lost.
Seite 138 - My vows shall ever true remain ; Let me kiss off that falling tear ; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds ! my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Seite 160 - ... east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough ; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow ! No longer from thy window look, Thou hast no son, thou tender mother ! No longer walk, thou lovely...
Seite 125 - While the reflection of thy forepast joys Renders thee double to thy present woes ; Rather make up to thy new miseries, And meet the mischief that upon thee grows. If hell must mourn, heav'n sure shall sympathise ; What force cannot effect, fraud shall devise. And yet whose force fear I ? Have I so lost Myself?