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The Wreckers' Light: Annals of Winchburgh: A Temperance Tale James S MacKenzie Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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Alick Wisdom arrived Baronet beautiful brandy breast brother called carriage carried cause cheer comfort companion croupier dark daughter death Dick White doctor Dr Hardie drink duty Elmsdale Empress Eston everything eyes Fanny Wisdom father flowers of Eden followed Francis friends gentlemen give glass gone Grace grave guests hand happy head heart honour hope Hopewell hour hurried indulgence joined knew lady land leave Lieutenant liquor live look Major Stubbs Mary matter means mind Miss Watchman Miss Wisdom mother Mounteagle never night Oakley once party passed poor racter respectable Roper round ruin scene seemed servants shame ship side Sir Willoughby soon sorrow soul spirit tears tell thought turned Villins voice waves West End whilst wholly wife William Young Wimbledon Winchburgh wine wish
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Side 343 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Side 416 - I saw, and behold a tree in the midst of the earth, and the height thereof was great. The tree grew, and was strong, and the height thereof reached unto heaven, and the sight thereof to the end of all the earth...
Side 1 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the...
Side 376 - God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ ; who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working, whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself.
Side 376 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground ; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Side 17 - They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright: at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Side 118 - Her hair, I said, was auburn ; but her eyes Were black as death, their lashes the same hue. Of downcast length, in whose silk shadow lies Deepest attraction ; for when to the view Forth from its raven fringe the full glance flies. Ne'er with such force the swiftest arrow flew...
Side 416 - The tree grew, and was strong, and the height thereof reached unto heaven, and the sight thereof to the end of all the earth : the leaves thereof were fair, and the fruit thereof much, and in it was meat for all : the beasts of the field had shadow under it, and the fowls of the heaven dwelt in the boughs thereof, and all flesh was fed of it.
Side 264 - To share with him the pang of woe ? Say, should disease or pain befall, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath, Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay Strew flowers and drop the tender tear, Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wert fairest of the fair ! THE FRIAR...
Side 364 - Pass and repass, hush'd as the foot of night. Again the screech-owl shrieks: ungracious sound! I'll hear no more; it makes one's blood run chill.