The Adventures of Captain Blake: Or, My Life ...Richard Bentley, 1838 - 460 pages |
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... beautiful heir ! Irish Ballad . How strictly the latter part of this admired distich might have been applicable to myself , modesty will prevent me insinuating ; but certainly the former was not so to my parents , for both were young ...
... beautiful heir ! Irish Ballad . How strictly the latter part of this admired distich might have been applicable to myself , modesty will prevent me insinuating ; but certainly the former was not so to my parents , for both were young ...
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... beautiful ringlet of light brown hair . Whose was it ? It was puz- zling , but he did not think the event worth the trouble of investigation . The truth was , the major was a lady - killer , billet doux were no novelties to him , and ...
... beautiful ringlet of light brown hair . Whose was it ? It was puz- zling , but he did not think the event worth the trouble of investigation . The truth was , the major was a lady - killer , billet doux were no novelties to him , and ...
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... beautiful , and artless Ellen loved him ! This was not the passion that lives but in the sunshine , and , when the horizon is overcast , droops and dies . Ah , no : when gay , courted and distingué , she loved him , but she loved in ...
... beautiful , and artless Ellen loved him ! This was not the passion that lives but in the sunshine , and , when the horizon is overcast , droops and dies . Ah , no : when gay , courted and distingué , she loved him , but she loved in ...
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... beautiful as Harriette Kirwan , might have wrought their mutual ruin . She hung upon his bosom , her eyes swimming with tears ; and when he strove to calm her agitated spirits , and reason with her coolly , his lips unluckily met hers ...
... beautiful as Harriette Kirwan , might have wrought their mutual ruin . She hung upon his bosom , her eyes swimming with tears ; and when he strove to calm her agitated spirits , and reason with her coolly , his lips unluckily met hers ...
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... beautiful girl , and a most impertinent major , who , while the honest gentleman was engaged in attending to his trunks , did not neglect that opportunity , to bestow his parting benediction on the lips of the blushing daughter ? " 66 ...
... beautiful girl , and a most impertinent major , who , while the honest gentleman was engaged in attending to his trunks , did not neglect that opportunity , to bestow his parting benediction on the lips of the blushing daughter ? " 66 ...
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The Adventures of Captain Blake, Or My Life (Classic Reprint) W. H. Maxwell No preview available - 2018 |
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Page 78 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Page 201 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
Page 28 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Page 56 - Oh, have you e'er heard of Kate Kearney? She lives on the banks of Killarney; From the glance of her eye, Shun danger and fly, For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney.
Page 98 - You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove false, like mine ! A sterile fortune and a barren bed Attend you both : continual discord make Your days and nights bitter, and grievous still ! May the hard hand of a vexatious need Oppress and grind...
Page 274 - By Heavens! I would fling all goods of fortune from me with a prodigal hand, to enjoy the scene where I might clasp my Lydia to my bosom, and say, the world affords no smile to me but here — [Embracing her.] If she holds out now, the devil is in it! [Aside. Lyd. Now could I fly with him to the antipodes! but my persecution is not yet come to a crisis.
Page 366 - I to expect, but after a deal of flimsy preparation, with a bishop's licence, and my aunt's blessing, to go simpering up to the altar! or, perhaps, be cried three times in a country church, and have an unmannerly fat clerk ask the consent of every butcher in the parish...
Page 38 - Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower! For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate and the night; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist and cease to be...
Page 184 - In sight, then lost amid the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge dun cupola like a foolscap crown On a fool's head — and there is London town!
Page 422 - I did consent, And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful...