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... speak of sudden alarms , and quick arming for battle ; —of stout resolve , and still stouter achievement . They tell of the victory won , and quiet gradually confirmed , —and of the increas- ing rapture as , day by day , the settler's ...
... speak of sudden alarms , and quick arming for battle ; —of stout resolve , and still stouter achievement . They tell of the victory won , and quiet gradually confirmed , —and of the increas- ing rapture as , day by day , the settler's ...
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... speak more technically , guarded the scarp and counterscarp . The fort itself sat like a square bonnet on the brow of the headland . Its ramparts of earth were town . faced outwardly by heavy framework of hewn logs ROB OF THE BOWL . 15.
... speak more technically , guarded the scarp and counterscarp . The fort itself sat like a square bonnet on the brow of the headland . Its ramparts of earth were town . faced outwardly by heavy framework of hewn logs ROB OF THE BOWL . 15.
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... speak for himself , rather than leave his merits to be certified by so unpractised an adept , as I confess myself to be , in unriddling the secret proper ties of a person so deserving to be known . CHAPTER III . " In every creed , ' Tis ...
... speak for himself , rather than leave his merits to be certified by so unpractised an adept , as I confess myself to be , in unriddling the secret proper ties of a person so deserving to be known . CHAPTER III . " In every creed , ' Tis ...
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... speak with- out fear . " " The woman , ” replied Arnold , in a broken English accent , which I do not attempt to convey in syllables , " had her sus- picions . " " Hold , Captain Dauntrees , " eagerly interrupted the innkeep- er ...
... speak with- out fear . " " The woman , ” replied Arnold , in a broken English accent , which I do not attempt to convey in syllables , " had her sus- picions . " " Hold , Captain Dauntrees , " eagerly interrupted the innkeep- er ...
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... speak your thoughts . " " You are none the losers by Master Cocklescraft , " interposed Arnold , drily . " My wife pays honestly for the liquors , " said Weasel , as his eye glanced timorously from one to the other of his comrades ; " I ...
... speak your thoughts . " " You are none the losers by Master Cocklescraft , " interposed Arnold , drily . " My wife pays honestly for the liquors , " said Weasel , as his eye glanced timorously from one to the other of his comrades ; " I ...
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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.