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... down the river Thames — the morning sun was spark- ling on the rippled wave ; and , as the many objects rose and expanded like imagination , VOL . I. B or passed and faded like forgetfulness , the passengers remained THE ...
... down the river Thames — the morning sun was spark- ling on the rippled wave ; and , as the many objects rose and expanded like imagination , VOL . I. B or passed and faded like forgetfulness , the passengers remained THE ...
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... object which met them was a genteel young man gazing intently upon her . " Mind , Madam , " he said , turning to Mrs. M'Kay , " keep clear of that rope , or you will be hoisted to the station just vacated by our friend with the ragged ...
... object which met them was a genteel young man gazing intently upon her . " Mind , Madam , " he said , turning to Mrs. M'Kay , " keep clear of that rope , or you will be hoisted to the station just vacated by our friend with the ragged ...
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... twenty - five miles from his journey's end . It was near the evening before he came up with the objects of his pur- suit , who were , as he surmised , the sol- diers destined for Glenshee , where they ar- rived about THE PRIVATEER . 45.
... twenty - five miles from his journey's end . It was near the evening before he came up with the objects of his pur- suit , who were , as he surmised , the sol- diers destined for Glenshee , where they ar- rived about THE PRIVATEER . 45.
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... tartan jacket and breeches of the same , hanging over the knee in unconfined tatters . If Ardourly was surprised at the first sight , he was more so when this roost . ungainly object , bending forwards and slyly beckoning 48 THE PRIVATEER .
... tartan jacket and breeches of the same , hanging over the knee in unconfined tatters . If Ardourly was surprised at the first sight , he was more so when this roost . ungainly object , bending forwards and slyly beckoning 48 THE PRIVATEER .
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Privateer. roost . ungainly object , bending forwards and slyly beckoning , uttered something like his own name ; at the same time , skulking round a corner and looking about him with a cun- ning timidity , with which he might be sup ...
Privateer. roost . ungainly object , bending forwards and slyly beckoning , uttered something like his own name ; at the same time , skulking round a corner and looking about him with a cun- ning timidity , with which he might be sup ...
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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?