The Old Commodore, Volume 1Richard Bentley, 1837 - 307 pages |
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... sure , Sir Octavius , that you mean everything for the best ; and nothing is more foreign from your thoughts than the idea of distressing Lady Astell . ” 66 Surely , it is all for her good as well as the boy's ; he must go to sea ...
... sure , Sir Octavius , that you mean everything for the best ; and nothing is more foreign from your thoughts than the idea of distressing Lady Astell . ” 66 Surely , it is all for her good as well as the boy's ; he must go to sea ...
Page 108
... sure that all my female readers will exclaim , with a parenthetical sigh , that if the Commodore could not have relieved the hunger of his men , he should have pitied and mourned over it , showing that he sympathised ( I believe sym ...
... sure that all my female readers will exclaim , with a parenthetical sigh , that if the Commodore could not have relieved the hunger of his men , he should have pitied and mourned over it , showing that he sympathised ( I believe sym ...
Page 168
... sure it was not a dream . " " How I should like to hear that dream ! " “ And I should like to tell it to you — to you only - for I saw you in it , and knew you the moment that I saw you again . " 66 Well , that is wonderful ! Now for ...
... sure it was not a dream . " " How I should like to hear that dream ! " “ And I should like to tell it to you — to you only - for I saw you in it , and knew you the moment that I saw you again . " 66 Well , that is wonderful ! Now for ...
Page 182
... sure as ships steer by the needle , if any ill comes to that lad , I shall be haunted by a spirit , and a horrible one too . Closer to me , sir , and don't stand shaking there , like a jelly in the hand of a young girl , but attend . I ...
... sure as ships steer by the needle , if any ill comes to that lad , I shall be haunted by a spirit , and a horrible one too . Closer to me , sir , and don't stand shaking there , like a jelly in the hand of a young girl , but attend . I ...
Page 194
... a sister . I am sure that God generally punishes us most by granting us our wicked wishes , and that the devil has always a large assortment of our favourite sins at hand , all ticketed , with nice 194 THE OLD COMMODORE .
... a sister . I am sure that God generally punishes us most by granting us our wicked wishes , and that the devil has always a large assortment of our favourite sins at hand , all ticketed , with nice 194 THE OLD COMMODORE .
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Page 296 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 186 - LOve in her Sunny Eyes does basking play ; Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair ; Love does on both her Lips for ever stray ; And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.
Page 296 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 105 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Page 163 - THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN. There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise ; He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes : And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush, And scratched them in again.
Page 232 - At every trifle scorn to take offence, That always shows great pride, or little sense; Those heads, as stomachs, are not sure the best, Which nauseate all, and nothing can digest. Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move...
Page 74 - Here am I in distress, like a ship water-logg'd, Not a tow-rope at hand, or an oar ; I am left by my crew, and may I be flogg'd But the doctor's a son of aw — e.
Page 159 - Love rules the court, the FLEET, the grove, Rules men below, and saints above, For love is heav'n, and heav'n is love." WE must still leave Captain Oliphant and Peter in the lane,— the one conversing with Farmer Drag, and the other ruminating upon how many possible puns there are in a calf's head, and put the reader still a little more au fait as to the state of affairs at Jaspar Hall.
Page 161 - TEACH me to love ! go teach thyself more wit ; I chief professor am of it. Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews, Teach boldness to the stews ; In tyrants...
Page 242 - You have not apparelled your fury well ; It goes too plain, like a scholar. Con. It is an ornament, Makes it more terrible ; and you shall find it, A weighty injury, and attended on By discreet valour ; because I do not strike you, Or give you the lie, (such foul preparatives Would show like the stale injury of wine), I reserve my rage to sit on my sword's point ; Which a great quantity of your best blood Can't satisfy.