Kate Aylesford: A Story of the RefugeesT. B. Peterson, 1855 - 336 páginas |
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... nearly an hour the two females remained watching the changes of this lovely night . Not the least beautiful . spectacle were the moonbeams shining on the snowy sails , which rose above the beholders , cloud on cloud , until the upper ...
... nearly an hour the two females remained watching the changes of this lovely night . Not the least beautiful . spectacle were the moonbeams shining on the snowy sails , which rose above the beholders , cloud on cloud , until the upper ...
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... nearly prostrated . When at last she had gained a slightly sheltered position , and found something to hold on by , she looked anxiously around . The wide expanse of waters was black as ink , except where , here and there , the white ...
... nearly prostrated . When at last she had gained a slightly sheltered position , and found something to hold on by , she looked anxiously around . The wide expanse of waters was black as ink , except where , here and there , the white ...
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... Nearly every surge swept more or less over the ship . Twice the master had to interpose to save Kate from being prostrated ; and still more frequently his services were required in behalf of her aunt . Occupying a position between the ...
... Nearly every surge swept more or less over the ship . Twice the master had to interpose to save Kate from being prostrated ; and still more frequently his services were required in behalf of her aunt . Occupying a position between the ...
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... bar , had been running nearly par- allel to the breakers , her head being slightly inclined sea- ward ; but when the main - topsail went , she had whirled around , and struck hard on , heeling to larboard MORNING . 43 Morning,
... bar , had been running nearly par- allel to the breakers , her head being slightly inclined sea- ward ; but when the main - topsail went , she had whirled around , and struck hard on , heeling to larboard MORNING . 43 Morning,
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... nearly carried her off . " She holds together bravely , " said the captain , when several hours had passed . " The good craft is as tough as old junk . I begin to feel now that she'll not go to pieces till next tide , at any rate . Have ...
... nearly carried her off . " She holds together bravely , " said the captain , when several hours had passed . " The good craft is as tough as old junk . I begin to feel now that she'll not go to pieces till next tide , at any rate . Have ...
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Términos y frases comunes
added answered Kate Arab Arrison Aunt Chloe awhile beautiful began bloodhound boat Captain Powell CHAPTER Charles child companion conflagration continued Count Pulaski countenance cousin cried dame dark death debbil Emerson Bennett Eugene Sue eyes face fire followed forest Forks G. W. M. Reynolds girl glancing half hand head hear heard heart heerd hero heroine hope horse hour instant Kate's knew lady laugh Liberty or death listened looked Lord Maggy Major Gordon miles Miss Aylesford morning Mullen Neck never niece night once outlaws patriots paused person Pomp Price 25 Price 50 cents reached refugees replied ride river road rushed seemed seen ship shore side sight soon spoke stood suddenly Sweetwater there's thing thought trees Trenton turned Uncle Lawrence Valentine Vox voice Warren watch wave whole wild wind woods words young
Pasajes populares
Página 279 - By thine Agony and bloody Sweat ; by thy Cross and Passion ; by thy precious Death and Burial ; by thy glorious Resurrection and Ascension ; and by the coming of the Holy Ghost, Good Lord, deliver us.
Página 78 - SWEET AUBURN ! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the laboring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Página 99 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 278 - Remember not, Lord, our offences, nor the offences of our forefathers ; neither take thou vengeance of our sins : spare us, good Lord, spare thy people, whom thou hast redeemed with thy most precious blood, and be not angry with us for ever.
Página 268 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Página 351 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
Página 317 - God is also in sleep, and dreams advise. Which he hath sent propitious some great good Presaging, since, with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied, I fell asleep : but now lead on ; In me is no delay ; with thee to go Is to stay here ; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling ; thou to me Art all things under heaven, all places thou. Who for my wilful crime art banish'd hence...
Página 142 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Página 323 - Is there, in human form, that bears a heart — A wretch ! a villain ! lost to love and truth ! That can, with studied, sly, ensnaring art, Betray sweet Jenny's unsuspecting youth...
Página 343 - Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ; Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.