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... never a true man , Garret Weasel , " said the Cap- tain , " to dally so long behind your appointment ; and such an appointment , too ! The round dozen which you lost to me on Dame Dorothy's head gear - a blessing on it ! -you did ...
... never a true man , Garret Weasel , " said the Cap- tain , " to dally so long behind your appointment ; and such an appointment , too ! The round dozen which you lost to me on Dame Dorothy's head gear - a blessing on it ! -you did ...
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... never comes into port but there be strange rumors of him ahead ; it seems to be told by the prick- ing of thumbs . St. Mary's is not the first harbor where he drops his anchor , nor Anthony Warden the first to docket his cargo . You ...
... never comes into port but there be strange rumors of him ahead ; it seems to be told by the prick- ing of thumbs . St. Mary's is not the first harbor where he drops his anchor , nor Anthony Warden the first to docket his cargo . You ...
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... Never mind your beseeching , my modest friend . You scarce do yourself justice . You have his Lordship's license paid for in good round ducatoons — and that's the fee of a clear con- science . So let the trade thrive ! The exchequer is ...
... Never mind your beseeching , my modest friend . You scarce do yourself justice . You have his Lordship's license paid for in good round ducatoons — and that's the fee of a clear con- science . So let the trade thrive ! The exchequer is ...
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... father was abroad , too ; it was a heavy blow . My lady has never held up her head since . " A pause succeeded to this grave reflection , during which the trio smoked their pipes in silence , which was at 26 ROB OF THE BOWL .
... father was abroad , too ; it was a heavy blow . My lady has never held up her head since . " A pause succeeded to this grave reflection , during which the trio smoked their pipes in silence , which was at 26 ROB OF THE BOWL .
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... Never droop in courage , worthy Weasel , " exclaimed the Captain ; " you are as honest as your betters ; and , to my mind , the wine has a better smack from its overland journey from St. Jerome's when there was no sun to heat it ...
... Never droop in courage , worthy Weasel , " exclaimed the Captain ; " you are as honest as your betters ; and , to my mind , the wine has a better smack from its overland journey from St. Jerome's when there was no sun to heat it ...
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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.
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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.