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... door . In the rear of the buildings , a circular sweep of wall and paling reached as far as a group of stables ... doors , at that hour , gazing upon the glorious river and its tranquil banks . Nor less pleasant was it to the inmates of ...
... door . In the rear of the buildings , a circular sweep of wall and paling reached as far as a group of stables ... doors , at that hour , gazing upon the glorious river and its tranquil banks . Nor less pleasant was it to the inmates of ...
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... doors studded thick with nails . This portal opened upon a road which lay along the beach beneath the cliff , all the way to the upper extremity of the Several low buildings within , appropriated to barracks and magazines , just peered ...
... doors studded thick with nails . This portal opened upon a road which lay along the beach beneath the cliff , all the way to the upper extremity of the Several low buildings within , appropriated to barracks and magazines , just peered ...
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... door in the sun if he choose , for he will not find it too hot - or in the shade , if it liketh him , for neither will he find this too cool , and there hold converse with his own meditations : or he may ride or walk , dance or sing ...
... door in the sun if he choose , for he will not find it too hot - or in the shade , if it liketh him , for neither will he find this too cool , and there hold converse with his own meditations : or he may ride or walk , dance or sing ...
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... door , and a light breeze flickered amongst his short and hoary locks , where they escaped from the cover of a cloth bonnet which he had now substituted for his beaver . A sentinel stood on post at the gate , towards which the Captain ...
... door , and a light breeze flickered amongst his short and hoary locks , where they escaped from the cover of a cloth bonnet which he had now substituted for his beaver . A sentinel stood on post at the gate , towards which the Captain ...
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... door , when your ill luck would have you to be rolling the cask in open day into the cellar . The secretary was in a bookish mood , and did not see you — or , peradventure , was kind , and would not heed . " To this direct testimony ...
... door , when your ill luck would have you to be rolling the cask in open day into the cellar . The secretary was in a bookish mood , and did not see you — or , peradventure , was kind , and would not heed . " To this direct testimony ...
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Albert Verheyden Alice amongst Anthony Warden Arnold beach Black House Blanche Warden boat brigantine brought brow Captain Dauntrees Chiseldine cloak Collector Colonel Talbot companions comrades Coode council creek Cripple Crow and Archer dame dance devil Dickon Doctor door ejaculated Escalfador exclaimed Father Pierre favor Fendall friends Garret Weasel gave give hand hath head heard heart honor horse hour Iago Inigoe's Isle of Kent Jerome's John Coode la Grange Lady Maria laugh leave light look Lord Baltimore Lordship maiden Mary's Mary's river Master Albert Master Cocklescraft Master Rob Master Verheyden merry Mistress Blanche never night Olive Branch Pamesack party port priest Proprietary province publican quarrel replied river Rose Croft scarce Secretary seen shore skipper speak spirit stood sword Talbot tell thee thou thought to-night tone turn voice Warrington whilst whispered wife Willy worshipful yawl
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Page 156 - Going to the Wars 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 7 - Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, 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 393 - 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 135 - Bell my wife she loves not strife, Yet she will lead me if she can ; And oft, to live a quiet life, I am forced to yield, though Ime goodman.
Page 70 - Which seemly was to see; A hood to that so neat and fine, In colour like the columbine, Ywrought full featously.
Page 264 - 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.
Page 63 - 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 177 - Fellows, to mount a bank. Did your instructor In the dear tongues, never discourse to you Of the Italian mountebanks ? Per.
Page 63 - She cast her weeds away, And to the palmy shore she hied, All in her best array. In sea-green silk so neatly clad, She there impatient stood ; The crew with wonder saw the lad Repel the foaming flood.
Page 414 - They raised my heart to that pure source Whence heavenly comfort flows : They taught me to despise the world, And calmly bear its woes. No more the slave of human pride, Vain hope, and sordid care, I meekly vowed to spend my life In penitence and prayer.