St. Clyde, Band 3Gale and Fenner, 1816 |
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... ' . " St. Clyde had purposed to come from Paris by London , but he met with a captain at Rouen , who was to sail to Liverpool , and accordingly he took a passage for B 5 ST . CLYDE . 9 more noise in professing their joy, ...
... ' . " St. Clyde had purposed to come from Paris by London , but he met with a captain at Rouen , who was to sail to Liverpool , and accordingly he took a passage for B 5 ST . CLYDE . 9 more noise in professing their joy, ...
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... captain ? " " Aye , dead ! " rejoined St. Clyde ; for the guide fell backwards , and thrust out his legs with a shock to their full length ; and his fists were closely clenched , " Sure eneugh he is dead as death can mak ST . CLYDE . 15.
... captain ? " " Aye , dead ! " rejoined St. Clyde ; for the guide fell backwards , and thrust out his legs with a shock to their full length ; and his fists were closely clenched , " Sure eneugh he is dead as death can mak ST . CLYDE . 15.
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... captain ; the people of the wherry , being Lamlash men , thought our travellers were a fo- reign gentleman and his servant going on a tour through the Hebrides . It was three in the morning when they crossed the ferry , and landed at ...
... captain ; the people of the wherry , being Lamlash men , thought our travellers were a fo- reign gentleman and his servant going on a tour through the Hebrides . It was three in the morning when they crossed the ferry , and landed at ...
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... captain ! my peur cap- tain ! gang , gang , let us be gaen to the manse ; the guid man gae me his be- nison ; and the Lady Ellen's there ; dinna stop here ; come , let us be gaen . " If you will go , Colin , then I'll ac- company you ...
... captain ! my peur cap- tain ! gang , gang , let us be gaen to the manse ; the guid man gae me his be- nison ; and the Lady Ellen's there ; dinna stop here ; come , let us be gaen . " If you will go , Colin , then I'll ac- company you ...
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... captain , when Ellen , having flown down stairs , exclaimed , all , " O , my love ! is it you ? Colin alive ? my brother , my brother , my my friend , my treasure ! " 66 My sweet Ellen , my dear sister , and do I clasp you in my arms ...
... captain , when Ellen , having flown down stairs , exclaimed , all , " O , my love ! is it you ? Colin alive ? my brother , my brother , my my friend , my treasure ! " 66 My sweet Ellen , my dear sister , and do I clasp you in my arms ...
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Seite 82 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Seite 118 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Seite 218 - Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags : ' Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine; And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 67 - STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed By lake and cataract her lonely throne...
Seite 80 - By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honoured and by strangers mourned...
Seite 35 - But — doubt not aught from mine array. Thou art my guest ; I pledged my word As far as Coilantogle Ford ; Nor would I call a clansman's brand For aid against one valiant hand, Though on our strife lay every vale Rent by the Saxon from the Gael. So move we on ; I only meant To show the reed on which you leant, Deeming this path you might pursue Without a pass from Roderick Dhu.
Seite 11 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Seite 222 - This receptive faculty, for power it cannot be called, is neither voluntary nor constant. The appearances have no dependence upon choice ; they cannot be summoned, detained, or recalled. The impression is sudden, and the effect often painful.
Seite 114 - Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banished peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renowned, Lie slaughtered on their native ground; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar...