Blackbeard: A Page from the Colonial History of Philadelphia, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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Harper & Bros., 1835 - Philadelphia (Pa.)
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Page 111 - Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And on the tawny sands and shelves Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves. By dimpled brook and fountain brim, The wood-nymphs, decked with daisies trim, Their merry wakes and pastimes keep.
Page 61 - He seeth the yonge swannes, heerons, duckes, cotes, and many other foules wyth theyr brodes; whyche me semyth better than alle the noyse of houndys; the blastes of hornys and the scrye of foulis that hunters, fawkeners and foulers can make. And yf the angler take fysshe; surely thenne is there noo man merier than he is in his spyryte.
Page 209 - IN Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers, On its leaves a mystic language bears.
Page 217 - Oh ! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Page 34 - Over the river of Thames past hee; When eighty merchants of London came, And downe they knelt upon their knee. " O yee are welcome, rich merchants ; Good saylors, welcome unto mee.
Page 40 - On women do complayne ; Affyrmynge this, how that it is A labour spent in vayne, To love them wele ; for never a dele They love a man agayne : For late a man do what he can, Theyr favour to attayne, Yet, yf a newe do them persue, Theyr first true lover than Laboureth for nought ; for from her thought He is a banyshed man...
Page 61 - And yet atte the leest he hath his holsom walke and mery at his ease, a swete ayre of the swete savoure of the meede floures that makyth hym hungry.
Page 101 - By this the drooping Day-light gan to fade, And yield his room to sad succeeding Night, Who with her sable mantle gan to shade The face of earth and ways of living wight, And high her burning torch set up in heaven bright.
Page 218 - For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and infirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won, Than women's are.
Page 217 - And forage in the fields of light and love. Sweet hope! Kind cheat! Fair fallacy! By thee We are not Where nor What we be, But What and Where we would be. Thus art thou Our absent Presence and our future Now.

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