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... voice which sum- moned her below . His friend laughed , and asked where her old grandfather had stowed himself . He had not been seen since they weighed anchor . Ardourly accounted for his absence , having seen him busily employed in ...
... voice which sum- moned her below . His friend laughed , and asked where her old grandfather had stowed himself . He had not been seen since they weighed anchor . Ardourly accounted for his absence , having seen him busily employed in ...
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... about his heels . Having thanked the gentlemen with a voice which formed as strong a contrast to that of his wife , as did meagre appearance and four - score years his to her tall , fat and jolly person , rendered THE PRIVATEER . 9.
... about his heels . Having thanked the gentlemen with a voice which formed as strong a contrast to that of his wife , as did meagre appearance and four - score years his to her tall , fat and jolly person , rendered THE PRIVATEER . 9.
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... attempt to cultivate the sister art , and to become a musician . He played on the spinet , and accompanied it . with his voice ; his harmonious avoca- tions continuing the wonder of his friends and the torment 14 THE PRIVATEER .
... attempt to cultivate the sister art , and to become a musician . He played on the spinet , and accompanied it . with his voice ; his harmonious avoca- tions continuing the wonder of his friends and the torment 14 THE PRIVATEER .
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... voice issuing from something like a trap - door faintly exclaimed , " I'm very poorly ! " " Well , but get up and take some broth ; ' twill do you good . " " Alack , I'm very ill ! " After a little while the good lady turned out in her ...
... voice issuing from something like a trap - door faintly exclaimed , " I'm very poorly ! " " Well , but get up and take some broth ; ' twill do you good . " " Alack , I'm very ill ! " After a little while the good lady turned out in her ...
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... for music , the delicate voice , would have re- mained uncultivated and unknown . But , in- dependent of the satisfaction she received VOL . I. D from appropriating to herself the full half of the praises THE PRIVATEER . 33.
... for music , the delicate voice , would have re- mained uncultivated and unknown . But , in- dependent of the satisfaction she received VOL . I. D from appropriating to herself the full half of the praises THE PRIVATEER . 33.
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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?