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... turn the musings of the spectator to the palmy days of the Lord Proprietary . A more enchanting landscape than St. Mary's river , a lovelier assemblage of grassy bank and hoary grove , upland slope , cliff , cot , and strand , and ...
... turn the musings of the spectator to the palmy days of the Lord Proprietary . A more enchanting landscape than St. Mary's river , a lovelier assemblage of grassy bank and hoary grove , upland slope , cliff , cot , and strand , and ...
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... turn , well - a - day ! our pragmatical little city hath departed . Not all its infant glory , nor its manhood's bustle , its walls , gardens and bowers , -its warm house- keeping , its gossiping burghers , its politics and its factions ...
... turn , well - a - day ! our pragmatical little city hath departed . Not all its infant glory , nor its manhood's bustle , its walls , gardens and bowers , -its warm house- keeping , its gossiping burghers , its politics and its factions ...
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... turning the burgesses out of their hall , and whose sedition hath still something to do with my story . However peaceable , therefore the Lord Proprietary might incline to be , he could not but choose stand by his weapons . In the view ...
... turning the burgesses out of their hall , and whose sedition hath still something to do with my story . However peaceable , therefore the Lord Proprietary might incline to be , he could not but choose stand by his weapons . In the view ...
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... turning to the ranger , he inquir- ed " What dost thou know of this house , Ar- nold ? " - " Well , Lord Charles , " replied the veteran , " I was not born to be much afeard of goblins or witches . In my rangings I have more than once ...
... turning to the ranger , he inquir- ed " What dost thou know of this house , Ar- nold ? " - " Well , Lord Charles , " replied the veteran , " I was not born to be much afeard of goblins or witches . In my rangings I have more than once ...
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... turn adrift , without a moment's warn- ing , and even with circumstances of disgrace , that tried pattern of honesty , old Anthony Warden . Virtue , in her best estate , hath but a step - daughter's portion in the division of this ...
... turn adrift , without a moment's warn- ing , and even with circumstances of disgrace , that tried pattern of honesty , old Anthony Warden . Virtue , in her best estate , hath but a step - daughter's portion in the division of this ...
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Page 23 - TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, — That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more.
Page 3 - And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Page 3 - And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall; And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away, thy children leave the land.
Page 227 - She turned her right and round about, And she swore by the mold, " I would not be your love," said she, " For that church full of gold.
Page 146 - Tobacco's a Musician, And in a pipe delighteth ; It descends in a close, Through the organs of the nose, With a relish that inviteth.
Page 112 - He scant had twenty seen. But who the countless charms can draw, That grac'd his mistress true ; Such charms the old world seldom saw, Nor oft I ween the new. Her raven hair plays round her neck, Like tendrils of the vine ; Her cheeks red dewy rose buds deck, Her eyes like diamonds shine.
Page 248 - A Ranger, lady, winds his horn, And 'tis at peep of light; His blast is heard at merry morn, And mine at dead of night.
Page 112 - An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate.
Page 126 - Which seemly was to see: A hood to that so neat and fine In colour like the columbine, Ywrought full featously. Her...
Page 248 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear ; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.