Paul Jones : a Romance, Volume 1
Oliver & Boyd, 1826 - 382 páginas
This romanticized account of the life of John Paul Jones is divided into three volumes. The first volume begins with the early days of Jones' life in Scotland; the story is meant to read like fiction.
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answered arms beauty blessed blood body bosom brow called Cameronian Captain Cargill carried castle comes dame dark daughter deep earth evil eyes face fair fear follow folly fortune give glance Grace grave green Halliday hand head hear heard heart heaven hills honour horse hour John Justice kind Lady Emeline land less light live look Lord Dalveen Lord Thomas matter Maud mind moon morning mother moved nature never night noble once passed Paul person returned rock round sails seat seemed seen seven ship shore side sister soon speak spirit stand stood sure sword tell thee there's thing thou thought tide took touch turned voice weel wild wind wise wish wrong young
Página 103 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Página 349 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land — Good night...
Página 150 - Dont waste your time at family funerals grieving for your relatives: attend to life, not to death: there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and better.
Página 1 - Degrees and orders given us ? In you men, 'Tis held a coolness if you lose your right, Affronts and loss of honour. Streets, and walls, And upper ends of tables...
Página 156 - If blest with pliant, tho' but slender, sense, Feign'd modesty, and real impudence : A supple knee, smooth tongue, an easy grace, A curse within, a smile upon his face ; A beauteous sister, or convenient wife, Are prizes in the lottery of life ; Genius and virtue they will soon defeat, And lodge you in the bosom of the great. To merit, is but to provide a pain For men's refusing what you ought to gain.
Página 197 - What though the laddie kist me, When I was at the mill! A kiss is but a touch; And a touch can do nae ill.
Página 3 - ... hovered, — history owes it some of its happiest hours, and song some of its best inspirations.
Página 3 - ... the narrow valley, — where some six or seven trees, bald with age, and bearing...
Página 306 - Cameronian had placed between them, confronted him at some six paces distance. They looked at each other — they raised their right hands at once, and the double flash and knell made the horses rear and the riders start. Down sprang Cargill with all the alacrity of youth, and threw himself in between them. They both stood— their pistols reeking...