Waverly Novels: The pirate

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Ticknor and Fields, 1864
 

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Page 347 - Even like an o'ergrown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey...
Page 24 - Atlantic wave ? Is India free ? and does she wear her plumed And jewelled turban with a smile of peace, Or do we grind her still? The grand debate, The popular harangue, the tart reply, The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit...
Page 134 - Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree ; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping...
Page 232 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long!
Page 140 - Reuben and Rachel, though as fond as doves, Were yet discreet and cautious in their loves; Nor would attend to Cupid's wild commands, Till cool reflection bade them join their hands: When both were poor, they thought it argued ill Of hasty love to make them poorer still...
Page 127 - ... beautiful, yet so varied, so exciting by its intricacy, and yet so sublime, is lighted up by the tints of morning or of evening, and displays all that variety of shadowy depth, exchanged with partial brilliancy, which gives character even to the tamest of landscapes, the effect approaches near to enchantment. This path used to be my favourite evening and morning resort, when engaged with a favourite author or new subject of study.
Page 90 - Wide is the fronting gate, and raised on high With adamantine columns threats the sky ; Vain is the force of man, and heaven's as vain, To crush the pillars which the pile sustain. Sublime on these a tower of steel is...
Page 330 - He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head. He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone : And mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
Page 160 - Two summers since, I saw at Lammas Fair The sweetest flower that ever blossom'd there, When Phoebe Dawson gaily cross'd the Green, In haste to see, and happy to be seen: Her air, her manners, all who saw admired; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired; The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd...

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