Looking for a HeroHarper Collins, 29. sep. 2009 - 384 sider Pretty Kate Cameron was looking for a man to sweep her off her feet, but she never expected him to be wielding a cutlass and claiming to be the infamous Morgan "Black Heart" Farrell, a pirate captain who lived nearly three hundred years before. Danger may have followed him from the past, but he's not about to leave while Kate needs him. |
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Side 58 - And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Side 124 - The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that walk in darkness : on the sea The boldest steer but where their ports invite, But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Side 1 - ... of the dead, Adorner of the ruin, comforter And only healer when the heart hath bled — Time! the corrector where our judgments err, The test of truth, love, — sole philosopher, For all beside are sophists, from thy thrift, Which never loses though it doth defer — Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift: cxxxi.
Side 148 - Ye! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell!
Side 40 - There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That raised emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
Side 247 - To live within himself; she was his life, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, Which terminated all: upon a tone, A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, And his cheek change tempestuously— his heart Unknowing of its cause of agony.
Side 12 - Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum; Drink and the Devil had done for the rest, Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum.
Side 108 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...