The flying Dutchman, by the author of 'Cavendish'.

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Side 64 - O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife ! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet ; they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund : ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Side 104 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...
Side 234 - Or wert, — a young Aurora of the air, The nympholepsy of some fond despair ; Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth, Who found a more than common votary there Too much adoring ; whatsoe'er thy birth, 1035 Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Side 196 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Side 231 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Side 397 - Oh for a tongue to curse the slave, Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might...
Side 301 - ... his name, A little playful thing was she ; How proud we were, — yet that night came The tale how he had sunk at sea. My mother never raised her head ; How strange, how white, how cold she grew ! It was a broken heart they said — I wish our hearts were broken too. We have no home — we have no friends, They said our home no more was ours ; Our cottage where the ash-tree bends, The garden we had filled with flowers.
Side 57 - ... on no account to be called till eight o'clock. The ship was to be continued in her present course, but not to be allowed to exceed the rate of eight miles an hour, while sail was to be shortened and made, according as circumstances might require. Meanwhile, it being now Ramsay's watch below, he had retired to the lower deck, in a state of mind that none might envy. Fate seemed to have delivered him, bound hand and foot, into the power of his enemies. As these terrible reflections came home in...
Side 41 - Mine substantial shape, to let the whole weight of his revenge fall at the earliest moment. As these thoughts passed through his mind it seemed to him that the present was the most propitious time. The doctor, imagining his ship would not sail till daybreak, was yet cracking, as he thought, a jovial glass on board the flag-ship. What should prevent his taking an early start, and leaving the independent vagabond behind ? Every one else was on board — every thing else was on board: — excellent...
Side 435 - May hew. 358 Lilly Dawson Mrs. Crowe. 361 Rita : an Autobiography. 376 Henpecked Husband Lady Scott. 379 Little Wife Mrs. Gore. 385 Adelaide Lindsay Author of

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