The Peterhead smugglers of the last century; or, William and Annie, an original melo-drama. Also, poems and songs

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Page xix - I am old enough to have seen and observed that we are all playthings of Fortune, and that it depends upon something as insignificant and precarious as the tossing up of a halfpenny, whether a man rises to affluence and honours, or continues to his dying day struggling with the difficulties and disgraces of life.
Page xvii - On foreign mountains may the sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine: With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil: We envy not the warmer clime, that lies In ten degrees of more indulgent skies; Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine.
Page xvii - Eas'd of her load, subjection grows more light, And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight: Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay, Giv'st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day.
Page vii - Tis hard to say if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill ; But of the two less dangerous is th' offence To tire our patience than mislead our sense : Some few in that, but numbers err in this; Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose ; Now one in verse makes many more in prose.
Page 83 - Bare bread and sowans and milk my belly's fare ; Shoes for my feet, soft clothing for my back — If warm, no matter whether blue or black : In such a sober, low, contented state, What comfort now need I from rich or great ? Now in my eightieth year, my thread near spun, My race through poverty and labour run, Wishing to be by all my flock beloved, * And for long service by my Judge approved; Death at my door and heaven in my eye, From rich or great what comfort now need I ? Let but our sacred edifice...
Page xviii - But, och ! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling ! To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous wait upon her ; And gather gear by ev'ry wile That's justified by honour; Not for to hide it in a hedge, Nor for a train attendant ; But for the glorious privilege Of being independent.
Page 67 - Took helm, and to sea boldly steered out again. Will had promised his Sue that this trip, if well ended, Should coil up his hopes, and he'd anchor on shore; When his pockets were lined, why his life should be mended, The laws he had broken, he'd never break more...
Page 67 - When his pockets were lined, why his life should be mended, The laws he had broken, he'd never break more. His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her lading, Then Will stood for home, reached her offing, and cried, This night, if I've luck, furls the sails of my trading, In dock I can lay, serve a friend, too, beside.
Page 67 - Through the haze of the night a bright flash now appearing, " Behold ! " cries Will Watch, " the Philistines bear down; Bear a hand, my tight lads— ere we think about sheering, One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys, or drown!
Page 72 - Funeral. tinually burning during the whole of the ceremony, in every part of the church. Over the great door, and the four principal...

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