Fair Play, Or, The Test of the Lone IsleT.B. Peterson, 1868 - Всего страниц: 670 |
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Alberta answered beautiful Bellemont boat bowed breakfast Breton Brito Britomarte's Burney cabin Cape Town Cape Verde Islands Captain Yetsom carriage cloth Colonel Eastworth companions crew dark daughter dear Britomarte dearest deck divil doctor door East Indiamen Elfie Elfrida Erminie exclaimed eyes face Faix father friends girl glad Goldsborough grotto hand head heart Heaven hope hour inquired Island Judith Justin Rosenthal kape lady land laughed leave Lieutenant Ethel look Lorrd lover ma'am man-hater marriage marry meself Miss Conyers morning never night Ow-oo party PETERSON & BROTHERS pirate replied rocks sail Sea Scourge ship shore side sister smile soul star-spangled banner state-room stood sure T. B. PETERSON tell thank thought took Troth turned voice waiting walked wife wind woman words wounded wreck Xyphias young
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Стр. 173 - They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters ; These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
Стр. 156 - WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father's God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow.
Стр. 108 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
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Стр. 172 - tis sweet to me ! There — drink my tears, while yet they fall ; Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm.
Стр. 299 - Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh. He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; And so long he, with unspent power, His destiny repell'd; And ever as the minutes flew, Entreated help, or cried - 'Adieu!
Стр. 108 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star...
Стр. 264 - FADING, still fading, the last beam is shining, Father in heaven ! the day is declining, Safety and innocence fly with the light, Temptation and danger walk forth with the night; From the fall of the shade till the morning bells chime, Shield me from danger, save me from crime.
Стр. 68 - Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.