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... hour , gazing upon the glorious river and its tranquil banks . Nor less pleasant was it to the inmates of the baronial mansion to look back upon the fair village - city , studding the level plain with its scattered dwellings which ...
... hour , gazing upon the glorious river and its tranquil banks . Nor less pleasant was it to the inmates of the baronial mansion to look back upon the fair village - city , studding the level plain with its scattered dwellings which ...
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... hour he grew more supple . " Ads heartlikens ! " he exclaimed , " but this wine does tin- gle , Captain Dauntrees ! Here is a fig for my wife Dorothy ! Come and go as you list - none of your fetch and carry ! that's what the world is ...
... hour he grew more supple . " Ads heartlikens ! " he exclaimed , " but this wine does tin- gle , Captain Dauntrees ! Here is a fig for my wife Dorothy ! Come and go as you list - none of your fetch and carry ! that's what the world is ...
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... hours . So it was midnight , with no light but the stars to show us our way . It happened that we rode not far from the Wizard's Chapel , which put us to telling stories to each other about Paul Kelpy and the ghosts that people said ...
... hours . So it was midnight , with no light but the stars to show us our way . It happened that we rode not far from the Wizard's Chapel , which put us to telling stories to each other about Paul Kelpy and the ghosts that people said ...
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... hour and if he was , a crustier churl — the devil warm his pillow ! -doesn't live ' twixt this and the old world . He gets out of his sleep for no man . ” " But it is a dark road mine , " replied the groom . " A plague upon it ! I have ...
... hour and if he was , a crustier churl — the devil warm his pillow ! -doesn't live ' twixt this and the old world . He gets out of his sleep for no man . ” " But it is a dark road mine , " replied the groom . " A plague upon it ! I have ...
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... hour ago , your service might have been useful . " " I can but return to the quay , " said Garret , at the same time beginning to retrace his steps . " Bide you ! " exclaimed the dame in a shrill voice- " I have occasion for you . Go to ...
... hour ago , your service might have been useful . " " I can but return to the quay , " said Garret , at the same time beginning to retrace his steps . " Bide you ! " exclaimed the dame in a shrill voice- " I have occasion for you . Go to ...
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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.