Legend of Bucks County: A NovelB. McGinty, Printer, 1887 - 280 páginas |
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answer Antioch arms Augustus Chaffin better Bon Madden Bon's Bonnaville Cresson called CHAPTER Chawles Cobe Stott Colin McCallom Colonel Gardiner Corporal Girty counsel county seat Court cried dear Deborah Haley door eyes face father Florence Craft gentleman glad Haley's hand head hear heart honor hope horse hour husband John Cresson Judge Nesbitt jury lady Lomison look madam mansion matter maun Meester Cresson mind minister Miss Clarke morning Mother Madden never night once pardon passed Peter Craft Phineas Pixley Chaffin pleasure poral Preston returned seat Sheriff shouted side Skillet Spanish silver dollars speak tell thee There's thing thought told took tracks trial trifle turned Vanskiver wait warl weel wife witness word young Chaffin
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Página 260 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
Página 132 - Green grow the rashes, O ; Green grow the rashes, O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent am'ang the lasses, O ! THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O ; What signifies the life o' man, An
Página 39 - LAY down the axe ; fling by the spade ; Leave in its track the toiling plough ; The rifle and the bayonet-blade For arms like yours were fitter now ; And let the hands that ply the pen Quit the light task, and learn to wield The horseman's crooked brand, and rein The charger on the battle-field.
Página 101 - We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Página 220 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament — Which pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Página 200 - My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself.— Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious.
Página 145 - Surely I will cause breath to enter into you, and you shall live.
Página 17 - tis much, that this contentious storm Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fix'd, The lesser is scarce felt Thou'dst shun a bear: But if thy flight lay toward the raging sea, Thou'dst meet the bear i
Página 95 - Car. You will join issue presently, without your council, You may be o'erthrown ; take heed, I have known wives That have been o'erthrown in their own case, and after Nonsuited too, that's twice to be undone. But take your course ; some widows have been mortified. Mis.
Página 68 - Still in the dust my grov'ling fortune lies. (Striking his breast in despair) Tame thine aspiring spirit, luckless wretch ! There is no hope for thee ! And shall I tame it ? No, by saints and devils ! The laws have cast me off from every claim Of house and kindred, and within my veins Turn'd noble blood to baseness and reproach...