Aileen Aroon: A Memoir, with Other Tales of Faithful Friends and Favourites Sketched from the Life |
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... hour , with the chase two miles ahead , and happy in the thoughts of quite a haul of prize money , it wasn't half bad fun , I can assure you . Then we could whistle ' A sailor's life is the life for me , ' and feel the mariner all over ...
... hour , with the chase two miles ahead , and happy in the thoughts of quite a haul of prize money , it wasn't half bad fun , I can assure you . Then we could whistle ' A sailor's life is the life for me , ' and feel the mariner all over ...
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... hour after- wards I was persuaded to become the owner of that savage Dandie , and Dawson had kissed her , and left lighter in heart than when he had come . had a I set aside one of the best barrel kennels for her , quantity of nice dry ...
... hour after- wards I was persuaded to become the owner of that savage Dandie , and Dawson had kissed her , and left lighter in heart than when he had come . had a I set aside one of the best barrel kennels for her , quantity of nice dry ...
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... hour , and it was then I suddenly jumped up from my chair . " What are you going to do ? " asked my wife . " I'm going to wash Dandie ; wash her , comb out all her mats , dry her , and brush her , for , do you know , I feel quite guilty ...
... hour , and it was then I suddenly jumped up from my chair . " What are you going to do ? " asked my wife . " I'm going to wash Dandie ; wash her , comb out all her mats , dry her , and brush her , for , do you know , I feel quite guilty ...
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... hour or two in the woods . If it rained we stayed indoors , seated by the open window in order to be near the birds . But wet day or fine , Ida generally managed to get a story from me . It was in the wood , and seated beneath the old ...
... hour or two in the woods . If it rained we stayed indoors , seated by the open window in order to be near the birds . But wet day or fine , Ida generally managed to get a story from me . It was in the wood , and seated beneath the old ...
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... hours to come . " Then she marched upstairs with me , popped me into my mistress's bedroom , locked the door , and went away chuckling . There was no one else in the room , only just myself and the canary . And all that long day no one ...
... hours to come . " Then she marched upstairs with me , popped me into my mistress's bedroom , locked the door , and went away chuckling . There was no one else in the room , only just myself and the canary . And all that long day no one ...
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Page 106 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Page 348 - If a bird's nest chance to be before thee in the way in any tree, or on the ground, whether they be young ones, or eggs, and the dam sitting upon the young, or upon the eggs, thou shalt not take the dam with the young: but thou shalt in any wise let the dam go, and take the young to thee; that it may be well with thee, and that thou mayest prolong thy days.
Page 348 - If thou meet thine enemy's ox or his ass going astray, thou shalt surely bring it back to him again. If thou see the ass of him that hateth thee lying under his burden, and wouldest forbear to help him, thou shalt surely help with him.
Page 28 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel ; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 3 - O nature ! a' thy shows and forms To feeling, pensive hearts hae charms ! Whether the summer kindly warms Wi' life and light, Or winter howls, in gusty storms, The lang, dark night! The muse, nae poet ever fand her...
Page 14 - Poetry' (p. 288), edited by R. Maynard Leonard (David Nutt, 1896). AT BEVAN. Bessells Green, Chevening, Kent. The second quotation, with two preceding lines, — With eye upraised, his master's looks to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man ; The rich man's guardian, and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end, — is attributed, in Southgate's ' Many Thoughts of Many Minds,
Page 150 - ALL through the sultry hours of June, From morning blithe to golden noon, And till the star of evening climbs The gray-blue East, a world too soon, • There sings a Thrush amid the limes.
Page 119 - Shine in the light, that streaks the sev'ring clouds, Bid her speed on, and greet her with a song : — Go, beautiful and gentle Dove, — But whither wilt thou go ? For though the clouds ride high above, How sad and waste is all below ! The wife of Shem, a moment to her breast Held the poor bird, and kiss'd it.
Page 62 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Page 92 - Than all the wreaths of foreign bower ; I ask not, while I near thee dwell, Arabia's spice, or Syria's rose ; Thy light festoons more freshly smell, Thy virgin white more purely glows.