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Page 186
... Westwood , with a few others , would be saved , while I didn't even object much to the old nabob himself , for respectability's sake , and to spare crape . But , by Jove , wouldn't one bring him to his bear- ings soon enough there ...
... Westwood , with a few others , would be saved , while I didn't even object much to the old nabob himself , for respectability's sake , and to spare crape . But , by Jove , wouldn't one bring him to his bear- ings soon enough there ...
Page 187
... Westwood hadn't come up beside me before he turned in . " Why , you look like the officer of the watch , Ned ! " said my friend , after taking a glance round at the night . " Yes - what ? -a - a - I don't think so , " stammered I , not ...
... Westwood hadn't come up beside me before he turned in . " Why , you look like the officer of the watch , Ned ! " said my friend , after taking a glance round at the night . " Yes - what ? -a - a - I don't think so , " stammered I , not ...
Page 188
... Westwood , 66 now I know the reason of a person like a clergyman sighting me through his spectacles for half an hour together , these two evenings be- low ! This very afternoon he called me his brother , and began asking me all manner ...
... Westwood , 66 now I know the reason of a person like a clergyman sighting me through his spectacles for half an hour together , these two evenings be- low ! This very afternoon he called me his brother , and began asking me all manner ...
Page 194
... Westwood , looking down through her head - boards into the heap of white foam that washed up among the woodwork every time she plunged . One knot of the men were sitting with their legs over the break of the topgallant forecastle ...
... Westwood , looking down through her head - boards into the heap of white foam that washed up among the woodwork every time she plunged . One knot of the men were sitting with their legs over the break of the topgallant forecastle ...
Page 196
... Westwood that stopped behind me ; it was the judge , however , and as soon as I got down he stepped up , holding on ... Westwood , " he'll fall to leeward of himself ! " " She's too much by the head , Collins , " said Westwood ; " that's ...
... Westwood that stopped behind me ; it was the judge , however , and as soon as I got down he stepped up , holding on ... Westwood , " he'll fall to leeward of himself ! " " She's too much by the head , Collins , " said Westwood ; " that's ...
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Page 237 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 366 - 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!
Page 287 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
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Page 287 - But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future fate of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.