The Pirate, Volúmenes 1-3Archibald Constable and Company; and Hurst, Robinson, and Company, London., 1822 - 346 páginas |
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... keeping your doors bolted in weather like this , and le- velling your gun at folk's heads as you would at a sealgh's ? " " And who are you , friend , and what want you ? " said Triptolemus , lowering the butt of his gun to the floor as ...
... keeping your doors bolted in weather like this , and le- velling your gun at folk's heads as you would at a sealgh's ? " " And who are you , friend , and what want you ? " said Triptolemus , lowering the butt of his gun to the floor as ...
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... keep till Michaelmas . ” 66 Troth , brother , we maun do something for God's sake , and to make friends ; and the lad , ” added Baby , ( for even she was not altogether above the prejudices of her sex in favour of outward form , ) " has ...
... keep till Michaelmas . ” 66 Troth , brother , we maun do something for God's sake , and to make friends ; and the lad , ” added Baby , ( for even she was not altogether above the prejudices of her sex in favour of outward form , ) " has ...
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... keep their bit gear thegither , without gangrel men and women coming thigging and sorning ane after another , like a string of wild - geese ? " This speech , the understanding reader will easily saddle on Mistress Baby , and what ...
... keep their bit gear thegither , without gangrel men and women coming thigging and sorning ane after another , like a string of wild - geese ? " This speech , the understanding reader will easily saddle on Mistress Baby , and what ...
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... slumbers in the caverns of the unknown ocean Rest till destiny shall again awaken thee ; Eagle of the north - west , thou hast heard the voice of the Reim - kennar . " . " A pretty song that would be to keep the 134 THE PIRATE .
... slumbers in the caverns of the unknown ocean Rest till destiny shall again awaken thee ; Eagle of the north - west , thou hast heard the voice of the Reim - kennar . " . " A pretty song that would be to keep the 134 THE PIRATE .
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Sir Walter Scott. " A pretty song that would be to keep the corn from shaking in haʼrst , " whispered the agriculturist to his sister ; " we must speak her fair , Baby - she will may be part with the secret for a hundred pund Scots ...
Sir Walter Scott. " A pretty song that would be to keep the corn from shaking in haʼrst , " whispered the agriculturist to his sister ; " we must speak her fair , Baby - she will may be part with the secret for a hundred pund Scots ...
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Página 50 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 49 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 297 - Tom, as they used to call him — somewhat roughly treated by the glorious John, you remember — Mordaunt, you remember — Methinks I see the new Arion sail, The lute still trembling underneath thy nail ; At thy well-sharpen'd thumb, from shore to shore, The trebles squeak for fear, the basses roar.