Magazine of Wit and American Harmonist: Containing a Collection of the Most Admired Anecdotes, and a Variety of the Best Songs, Chiefly Composed in Honour of the Naval and Military Victories Gained During the Late War : Embellished with a Representation of Perry's Victory |
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... wound , rose up , tearing his hair , and then threw himself upon the bleeding carcase , crying , ' Ah ! Valentine ! was it for me who have so barbarously used thee , that thou hast died ? I will not live after thee ! ' He was not by any ...
... wound , rose up , tearing his hair , and then threw himself upon the bleeding carcase , crying , ' Ah ! Valentine ! was it for me who have so barbarously used thee , that thou hast died ? I will not live after thee ! ' He was not by any ...
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... wounds were dressed by force ; but the next day , still calling upon Valen- tine , and lamenting his cruelties to him , he died in the pangs of remorse and despair . 4 Captain R. being taken prisoner by the French Indians , in a battle ...
... wounds were dressed by force ; but the next day , still calling upon Valen- tine , and lamenting his cruelties to him , he died in the pangs of remorse and despair . 4 Captain R. being taken prisoner by the French Indians , in a battle ...
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... wounds were still in a bad way when he was carried to Malta , where the privateer went to refit . The wound in his thigh was the most dangerous ; and he was lame of it ever after ; for which he had the name of To- pal , or cripple . At ...
... wounds were still in a bad way when he was carried to Malta , where the privateer went to refit . The wound in his thigh was the most dangerous ; and he was lame of it ever after ; for which he had the name of To- pal , or cripple . At ...
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... wounds : this ' is the man who redeemed and saved me ; this is my master and benefactor : to him I am indebted for life , liberty , fortune , and every thing I enjoy . Without knowing me , he paid for me a large ran- som , sent me away ...
... wounds : this ' is the man who redeemed and saved me ; this is my master and benefactor : to him I am indebted for life , liberty , fortune , and every thing I enjoy . Without knowing me , he paid for me a large ran- som , sent me away ...
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... wounds . " " If they be so courageous , " replied Lord Stanley , what must your majesty think of the cou- rage of those who gave them these wounds . " SIR ROBERT SUTTON . There is a species of retort so far superior to the common run of ...
... wounds . " " If they be so courageous , " replied Lord Stanley , what must your majesty think of the cou- rage of those who gave them these wounds . " SIR ROBERT SUTTON . There is a species of retort so far superior to the common run of ...
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Page 96 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ; " She is won ! we are gone ! over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 95 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 124 - AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ? CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Page 89 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa?
Page 134 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Page 81 - O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming ? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there...
Page 94 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 89 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Page 123 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet...
Page 141 - Tom never from his word departed, His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many and true-hearted, His Poll was kind and fair : And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly, Ah, many's the time and oft! But mirth is turned to melancholy, For Tom is gone aloft.