Walter Langley, or The race of life, Volume 1;Volume 51

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Página 169 - What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
Página 42 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field ; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: — A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! [Exeunt.
Página 158 - The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.
Página 31 - See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand: O! that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek.
Página 170 - A sti anger why will you despise? Ply me, Try me, Prove ere you deny me : If you cast me Off, you blast me, Never more to rise.
Página 140 - I were the devil," said Arthur. " I believe you are," returned the other, jumping from his chair, and beginning to pace up and down the room. Arthur sat still, apparently quite indifferent to what was going- on, and yet keeping an eye on the strange alterations of expression which crossed Hickes's face. At one moment he would be serious in look, with his breath going rapidly, and his finger twitching a button nervously ; then the next minute...
Página 124 - We divided our work, some took the lanyards of the topmast rigging, I, the slings of the main-yard. The lusty blows we dealt, were answered by corresponding crashes ; and at length, down fell the tremendous wreck over the larboard gunwale. The ship felt instant relief ; she righted, and we descended amidst the cheers, the applauses, the congratulations, and, I may add, the tears of gratitude, of most of our shipmates.
Página 19 - Beneath a mountain's brow, the most remote And inaccessible by shepherds trod, In a deep cave, dug by no mortal hand, A hermit liv'd; a melancholy man, Who was the wonder of our wand'ring swains.
Página 123 - Yet the case was desperate, and a desperate effort was to be made, or in half an hour we should have been past praying for, except by a Roman Catholic priest. The danger of sending a man aloft was so imminent, that the captain would not order one on this service; but calling the ship's company on the quarterdeck, pointed to the impending...
Página 169 - You have greatly relieved my mind, and I am really very much obliged to you." " To me ? Not at all ! But I shall be most happy if I can be of any service to you. To make a little revelation of my own. Before I saw you — though I had some notion that some such person existed — I was interested in Miss Hardback, thinking, when I saw her, what a pity it was that two such idiots as Tippy and Grimshaw should probably be the cause of annoyance to her...

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