What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Alfred Stephen appearance Arthur barque beautiful brig British bushrangers Captain Clair Colony convict course Cynric daugh daughter dear death Diemen's Land Edgar emigrants evil Excellency exclaimed father fear feeling Ferintosh Frederick Frederick Seymour girl Government hand Hannibal happy hear heard heart Heaven Hobart Town hope horse interest Isabel Island Jury kind labour lady Launceston leave Lieutenant Governor light live look Marian Martin Mary matter means ment mind Miss mother neral never night o'er once opinion Padds person poor possess present prisoner Quit Rent replied respect Saladin Scene schooner servant settler ship smile soon sorrow spirit STANFORD STANFORD UNIVERSITY sweet Sydney tears tell thee thing thou thought tion tree Trial by Jury voice wife young Zealand
Page 261 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 64 - And now we might add something concerning a certain most subtle Spirit which pervades and lies hid in all gross bodies...
Page 63 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 270 - It is good to be merry and wise, It is good to be honest and true, It is good to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new.
Page 200 - It is a father's tale. But if that Heaven Should give me life, his childhood shall grow up Familiar with these songs, that with the night He may associate joy ! — Once more, farewell, Sweet nightingale ! Once more, my friends, farewell...
Page 49 - Tis sweet to hear the merry lark, That bids a blithe good-morrow; But sweeter to hark, in the twinkling dark, To the soothing song of sorrow. Oh nightingale! What doth she ail? And is she sad or jolly? For ne'er on earth was sound of mirth So like to melancholy. The merry lark, he soars on high, No worldly thought o'ertakes him; He sings aloud to the clear blue sky, And the daylight that awakes him.
Page 292 - TAFFY was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home ; Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.
Page 197 - I could distinguish by a telescope every sail, the general rig of the ship, and its particular character; insomuch that I confidently pronounced it to be my father's ship the Fame, which it afterwards proved to be; though, on comparing notes with my father, I found that our relative position at the time gave our distance from one another very nearly thirty miles, being about seventeen miles beyond the horizon, and some leagues beyond the limit of direct vision.