Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe'sHurd and Houghton, 1866 - 432 strán (strany) |
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Albert Verheyden Alice amongst Anthony Warden Arnold beach Black House Blanche Warden boat brigantine brought brow Captain Dauntrees Chiseldine cloak Collector Colonel Talbot companions comrades Coode council creek Cripple Crow and Archer dame dance devil Dickon Doctor door ejaculated Escalfador exclaimed Father Pierre favor Fendall friends Garret Weasel gave give hand hath head heard heart honor horse hour Iago Inigoe's Isle of Kent Jerome's John Coode la Grange Lady Maria laugh leave light look Lord Baltimore Lordship maiden Mary's Mary's river Master Albert Master Cocklescraft Master Rob Master Verheyden merry Mistress Blanche never night Olive Branch Pamesack party port priest Proprietary province publican quarrel replied river Rose Croft scarce Secretary seen shore skipper speak spirit stood sword Talbot tell thee thou thought to-night tone turn voice Warrington whilst whispered wife Willy worshipful yawl
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Strana 156 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Strana 7 - Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall; And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away, thy children leave the land.
Strana 393 - She turned her right and round about, And she swore by the mold, " I would not be your love," said she, " For that church full of gold.
Strana 135 - Bell my wife she loves not strife, Yet she will lead me if she can ; And oft, to live a quiet life, I am forced to yield, though Ime goodman.
Strana 70 - Which seemly was to see; A hood to that so neat and fine, In colour like the columbine, Ywrought full featously.
Strana 264 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear ; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.
Strana 63 - An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate...
Strana 177 - Fellows, to mount a bank. Did your instructor In the dear tongues, never discourse to you Of the Italian mountebanks ? Per.
Strana 63 - She cast her weeds away, And to the palmy shore she hied, All in her best array. In sea-green silk so neatly clad, She there impatient stood ; The crew with wonder saw the lad Repel the foaming flood.
Strana 414 - They raised my heart to that pure source Whence heavenly comfort flows : They taught me to despise the world, And calmly bear its woes. No more the slave of human pride, Vain hope, and sordid care, I meekly vowed to spend my life In penitence and prayer.