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... perhaps become more numerous than those who have been the copyists of your style . This , at least , will be a safe ambition ; for it is one in which all may command success . In this career many have already done themselves honour by ...
... perhaps become more numerous than those who have been the copyists of your style . This , at least , will be a safe ambition ; for it is one in which all may command success . In this career many have already done themselves honour by ...
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... around the doors , presently convinced him that the rumour was widely circulated , and that some extraordi- nary visitant was expected . Our merchant , who , perhaps , imagined that his short sight might excuse a REUBEN APSLEY . 21.
... around the doors , presently convinced him that the rumour was widely circulated , and that some extraordi- nary visitant was expected . Our merchant , who , perhaps , imagined that his short sight might excuse a REUBEN APSLEY . 21.
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Horace Smith. perhaps , imagined that his short sight might excuse a little exertion of his sturdy strength to procure a good place , soon shouldered himself into a position near the door , where he had not long remained when the sound ...
Horace Smith. perhaps , imagined that his short sight might excuse a little exertion of his sturdy strength to procure a good place , soon shouldered himself into a position near the door , where he had not long remained when the sound ...
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... perhaps , by the suck of the sea in the midst of Russell's blockading squadron , and where ye think the divil himself couldn't see the foam of your cut - water , nor hear the wind snoring in your lugsail ? ye shall see a flash at a ...
... perhaps , by the suck of the sea in the midst of Russell's blockading squadron , and where ye think the divil himself couldn't see the foam of your cut - water , nor hear the wind snoring in your lugsail ? ye shall see a flash at a ...
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... perhaps we're cap- sized in the breakers ; or just as we get our cargo ashore the ' cisemen come down upon us , and after our toilsome night's battle with the waves , we are among the barkers and slashers , and have the whistling of ...
... perhaps we're cap- sized in the breakers ; or just as we get our cargo ashore the ' cisemen come down upon us , and after our toilsome night's battle with the waves , we are among the barkers and slashers , and have the whistling of ...
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Page 196 - 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 233 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
Page 196 - 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 317 - LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart : For these may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye, And love me still but know not why — So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anonymous.
Page 1 - The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb ; Which would not be if Reason ruled, or Wisdom weaved the web.
Page 22 - your father would have gone further." " Your majesty's father would not have gone so far," replied the duke. He ordered Huddleston, the priest, to publish a relation of Charles's dying in the communion of the Church of Rome, and he himself became the publisher of two papers, which he declared in his own royal name, and under his signature, were found by him in his brother's strong box ; their tendency being...
Page 317 - Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart, — For those may fail, or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why—- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anon.
Page 164 - Venus' sweet delight, Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes than serve for Cupid's fight : Shrill trumpets' sound, sharp swords, and lances strong, War, blood, and death, were matter of her song. The God of Love by chance had heard thereof, That I was prov'da rebel to his crown ; " Fit words for war," quoth he, with angry scoff, " A likely man to write of Mars his frown.
Page 60 - Bon ton never to define, or be defined. It is the child and the Parent of Jargon. It is — I can never tell you what it is : but I will try to tell you what it is not.