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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 , of tangled ...
... 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 , of tangled ...
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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 housekeeping , 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 housekeeping , 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 Pro- prietary might incline to be , he could not but choose stand by his weapons . In the ...
... turning the burgesses out of their hall , and whose sedition hath still something to do with my story . However peaceable , therefore , the Lord Pro- prietary might incline to be , he could not but choose stand by his weapons . In the ...
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... a busy one . " - " What hast thou seen , Captain ? You speak as a witness . " " It is not yet six months gone by , my Lord , when I was re- turning with Clayton , the master of the collector's pinnace 40 ROB OF THE BOWL .
... a busy one . " - " What hast thou seen , Captain ? You speak as a witness . " " It is not yet six months gone by , my Lord , when I was re- turning with Clayton , the master of the collector's pinnace 40 ROB OF THE BOWL .
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A Legend of St. Inigoe's John Pendleton Kennedy. turning with Clayton , the master of the collector's pinnace , from the Isle of Kent ; we stood in , after night , towards the headland of St. Jerome's bay ; -it was very dark - and the ...
A Legend of St. Inigoe's John Pendleton Kennedy. turning with Clayton , the master of the collector's pinnace , from the Isle of Kent ; we stood in , after night , towards the headland of St. Jerome's bay ; -it was very dark - and the ...
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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.