The Cottage on the Cliff: A Seaside StoryW. Burnett, 1834 |
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4. oldal
... Peter Blust , which was the name of the fish- er , united to the character of a rough seaman , habits by no means similar to those of the highly finished gentleman and scholar , both of which Captain Singleton confessedly was ; still it ...
... Peter Blust , which was the name of the fish- er , united to the character of a rough seaman , habits by no means similar to those of the highly finished gentleman and scholar , both of which Captain Singleton confessedly was ; still it ...
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... Peter , that he exclaimed , — " Shiver my top - sails ! that cock wont fight , Captain . I never drink water myself when I can get brandy , and don't like to see my friends do so , when there is plenty of something better in the house ...
... Peter , that he exclaimed , — " Shiver my top - sails ! that cock wont fight , Captain . I never drink water myself when I can get brandy , and don't like to see my friends do so , when there is plenty of something better in the house ...
9. oldal
... Peter Blust , who has weathered the tempest these thirty years without a rope - yarn being put about his neck , though he has handled many a one with his hands . Bethink you that I am going to do a dirty action at last in my old days ...
... Peter Blust , who has weathered the tempest these thirty years without a rope - yarn being put about his neck , though he has handled many a one with his hands . Bethink you that I am going to do a dirty action at last in my old days ...
10. oldal
... Peter , " if you are so self - willed , and must needs fire before you are fired at . I say , if I sell you the old crazy house that stands on the top of the cliff I shall be a scoundrel , that is all . " " And why so ? " demanded ...
... Peter , " if you are so self - willed , and must needs fire before you are fired at . I say , if I sell you the old crazy house that stands on the top of the cliff I shall be a scoundrel , that is all . " " And why so ? " demanded ...
11. oldal
... Peter , " if you are so fond of crazy vessels , take it and welcome , and repair it how you will , and when you will ; I will have nothing to do with that part of the business : I will only receive a third part of what I gave the ...
... Peter , " if you are so fond of crazy vessels , take it and welcome , and repair it how you will , and when you will ; I will have nothing to do with that part of the business : I will only receive a third part of what I gave the ...
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The Cottage on the Cliff: A Sea-Side Story - Primary Source Edition Catherine G. B. 1787 Ward Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2013 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Agatha Singleton Alfred answered beautiful Beda beheld Black Forest blush bosom Braganza Captain Singleton chamber child Claribelle Cliff Cottage countenance cousin Craftly cried Agatha cried Jessy cried Olive cried the fisher Cromer Dale daughter dear dear Jessy Delcrusa Duchess Duchess of Braganza Duke Duke of Braganza exclaimed eyes fate father fear feelings Fisher Blust girl hand happy hear heart Heaven heroine honour hour innocent inquired instantly Jessy's kinsman Leontine Craftly Lessington look Lord Montague Lord Winstone lovely Manfrida manner Marchioness Margaret Marinetta Marquis means mind Miss Blust Miss Jessy Miss Olive Miss Singleton mistress Montault mother never night old Abbey Olive Blust Olive's once passion Paulo Michello pray pretty protector replied Shelty shiver my top-sails silent smile suffering sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion treach trembled uttered Agatha voice wish Wolf woman young lady
Népszerű szakaszok
516. oldal - Cease then, nor order imperfection name : Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own point : This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, heaven bestows on thee. Submit. — In this, or any other sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear : Safe in the hand of one disposing pow'r, Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
158. oldal - And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep ; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep...
516. oldal - All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.
387. oldal - She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
206. oldal - It was a wild and breaker-beaten coast, With cliffs above, and a broad sandy shore, Guarded by shoals and rocks as by an host, With here and there a creek, whose aspect wore A better welcome to the tempest-tost, And rarely ceased the haughty billow's roar, Save on the dead long summer days, which make The outstretch'd Ocean glitter like a lake.
404. oldal - A man whom both the waters and the wind, In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball For them to play upon, entreats you pity him; He asks of you, that never used to beg.
221. oldal - Which have been suffer'd, and can ne'er return? Those that have weather'da tempestuous night, And find a calm approaching with the light, Will not, unless their reason they disown, Still make those dangers present that are gone.
325. oldal - Leonora. Yes, sire, such welcome gives As when upon the dark blank world the sun Pours forth his beams ; when undistinguished space Grows rich with meaning ; hill, and lake, and plain Glitter in new-born light, and hail the day...
439. oldal - HEAR what Highland Nora said, — ' ' The Earlie's son I will not wed, Should all the race of nature die, And none be left but he and I. For all the gold, for all the gear, And all the lands both far and near, That ever valour lost or won, I would not wed the Earlie's son.
31. oldal - Sundays: — O you must wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — 1 would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died: — they say he made a good end, — [Sings] For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.