Paul Jones; a romance, Volym 1–31826 |
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... out of Captain Kidnapper's fifth rib , " said Captain Corbie , for such was the leader's name , " there's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it , and as good fellows in this little fiend's pickling - pond of a 150 PAUL JONES .
... out of Captain Kidnapper's fifth rib , " said Captain Corbie , for such was the leader's name , " there's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it , and as good fellows in this little fiend's pickling - pond of a 150 PAUL JONES .
Sida 151
... Corbie did off the isle of Saba , -five hours at a spell ? Damme that was the time , my jolly boys , when a fellow could shew spunk . I beat him off , the hound , and picked up a fat merchantman under his nose . And ye talk of finding a ...
... Corbie did off the isle of Saba , -five hours at a spell ? Damme that was the time , my jolly boys , when a fellow could shew spunk . I beat him off , the hound , and picked up a fat merchantman under his nose . And ye talk of finding a ...
Sida 154
... Corbie thrust his hands into his trowsers - pockets and his arm up to the elbows , leaned back on his seat , and growled out , " Drink no more , ye babes of darkness - drink no more , -the man who tastes another drop after I say the ...
... Corbie thrust his hands into his trowsers - pockets and his arm up to the elbows , leaned back on his seat , and growled out , " Drink no more , ye babes of darkness - drink no more , -the man who tastes another drop after I say the ...
Sida 155
... Corbie or his companions . " Well , John , ye have drawn a very fair picture , " said Halliday , “ with a poetical touch or two in it , and if all be sweet that's sunny o't , I wish ye joy of the prospect . There's no doubt that ...
... Corbie or his companions . " Well , John , ye have drawn a very fair picture , " said Halliday , “ with a poetical touch or two in it , and if all be sweet that's sunny o't , I wish ye joy of the prospect . There's no doubt that ...
Sida 158
... Corbie and his mariners , as mute as so many herons ruminating round a fish - pond , -as drowsy too and as motionless . - The disgust which Maud Paul entertained for those unprincipled pirates was o'ermastered by an intense anxiety to ...
... Corbie and his mariners , as mute as so many herons ruminating round a fish - pond , -as drowsy too and as motionless . - The disgust which Maud Paul entertained for those unprincipled pirates was o'ermastered by an intense anxiety to ...
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Andrew Paton answered auld beauty blessed blood boat bonnie bosom brow Caerlaverock Cameronian Captain castle cavern Colanson Corbie Criffel dame dark daugh daughter deep dropt Dumfries evil eyes face fair folly frae Galwegian gazed glance Grace grave gude Halliday hand head hear heard heart heaven honour horse John Cargill John Paul Joysan Justice kirk kythed Lady Emeline Lady Phemie land lass light lips look Lord Dalveen Lord Thomas Macgubb Macmittimus maiden mair Maud Paul maun mirth moon mother nature neck never noble pistol Prudence quean Rodan sails Saint Bees Scotland seat ship shore Siddick side sister smile Solway sorrow spirit spoke stept stood sweet sword tell thee there's thou thought tide veen voice weel wild wise wish words yere young lord young nobleman
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Sida 103 - Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn, From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. WORDSWORTH. WHEN
Sida 172 - thou pale orb, that silent shines, While care-untroubled mortals sleep ! Thou seest a wretch that inly pines, And wanders here to wail and weep ! With woe I nightly vigils keep, Beneath thy wan unwarming beam, And mourn in lamentation deep, How life and love are all a dream.
Sida 345 - Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight Farewell a while to him and thee: My native land,—Good night.
Sida 345 - Adieu, adieu ! My native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild
Sida 73 - Are we gods ? Allied to no infirmities ? Are our natures More than men's natures ? When we slip a little Out of the way of virtue, are we lost ? Is there no medicine called sweet mercy
Sida 150 - there's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and as good
Sida 316 - Tear forth the fathers of poor families Out of their beds, and coffin them alive In some
Sida 1 - And upper ends of tables, had they tongues, Could tell what blood has followed, and what feud About your ranks.
Sida 373 - the fowls of the air, the fish of the sea, and the wild beasts of the field;