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Page 63
... Sir John , good bye , Miss Slingsby . " " Mind - day after to - morrow at the latest , Ned , " cried the baronet . " Upon my honour , " replied Hayward . " Farewell , Mrs. Clifford , I trust I shall find you here on my return . " " ' I ...
... Sir John , good bye , Miss Slingsby . " " Mind - day after to - morrow at the latest , Ned , " cried the baronet . " Upon my honour , " replied Hayward . " Farewell , Mrs. Clifford , I trust I shall find you here on my return . " " ' I ...
Page 64
... Sir John , ” he said , " and therefore I will walk over to his cottage , and see him . An hour I dare say will accomplish it . " " It depends upon legs , my dear sir , " answered the baronet , looking up . " It would cost my two an hour ...
... Sir John , ” he said , " and therefore I will walk over to his cottage , and see him . An hour I dare say will accomplish it . " " It depends upon legs , my dear sir , " answered the baronet , looking up . " It would cost my two an hour ...
Page 67
... sir , " answered Gimlet , " but I hope not impossible ; " and he looked up in Beauchamp's face with an ex- pression of doubt and inquiry . " By no means impossible , " replied the gentleman , " and the man who has the courage and ...
... sir , " answered Gimlet , " but I hope not impossible ; " and he looked up in Beauchamp's face with an ex- pression of doubt and inquiry . " By no means impossible , " replied the gentleman , " and the man who has the courage and ...
Page 69
... sir , that of men's hearts ; and when once it's shut , the bolt get's mighty ... sir ; no , sir ; " cried Stephen Gimlet , eagerly , " I am wrong ; I am very ... John had done for you ; and the imminent peril of death which the poor child ...
... sir , that of men's hearts ; and when once it's shut , the bolt get's mighty ... sir ; no , sir ; " cried Stephen Gimlet , eagerly , " I am wrong ; I am very ... John had done for you ; and the imminent peril of death which the poor child ...
Page 71
... Sir John Slingsby has done , after I have been taking his game for this many a year ; and Mr. Beauchamp , too - why , it was a twenty- pound note he gave me , just because he heard that my cottage had been burnt down , and all the ...
... Sir John Slingsby has done , after I have been taking his game for this many a year ; and Mr. Beauchamp , too - why , it was a twenty- pound note he gave me , just because he heard that my cottage had been burnt down , and all the ...
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Page 40 - To the broad column which rolls on, and shows More like the fountain of an infant sea Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes Of a new world, than only thus to be Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly, With many windings, through the vale :— Look back! Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread, — a matchless cataract...
Page 134 - Train up a child in the way he should go, and he will not depart from it...
Page 56 - His eye kindles at the sight, and balancing himself with half-opened wings, on the branch, he watches the result. Down, rapid as an arrow from heaven, descends the distant object of his attention, the roar of its wings reaching the ear as it disappears in the deep, making the surge foam around.
Page 40 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death.bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
Page 163 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world: his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, That grew the more by reaping: His delights Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above The element they liv'd in: In his livery Walk'd crowns, and crownets; realms and islands were As plates dropp'd from his pocket.
Page 56 - The unencumbered Eagle rapidly advances, and is just on the point of reaching his opponent, when, with a sudden scream, probably of despair and honest execration, the latter drops his fish : the Eagle, poising himself for a moment, as if to take a more certain aim, descends like a whirlwind, snatches it in his grasp ere it reaches the water, and bears his ill-gotten booty silently away to the woods.
Page 56 - ... but man ; and, from the ethereal heights to which he soars, looking abroad, at one glance, on an immeasurable expanse of forests, fields, lakes, and ocean, deep below him, he appears indifferent to the...
Page 56 - Down, rapid as an arrow from heaven, descends the distant object of his attention, the roar of its wings reaching the ear, as it disappears in the deep, making the surges foam around ! At this moment the eager looks of the eagle are all...
Page 498 - CHURCH IN THE CATACOMBS : A Description of the Primitive Church of Rome. Illustrated by its Sepulchral Remains. By CHARLES MAITLAND.
Page 56 - ... glance, on an immeasurable expanse of forests, fields, lakes, and ocean, deep below him, he appears indifferent to the little localities of change of seasons ; as in a few minutes he can pass from summer to winter, from the lower to the higher regions of the atmosphere, the abode of eternal cold, and from thence descend at will to the torrid or the arctic regions of the earth.