The Last of the Cavaliers. [By Rose Piddington.], Zväzok 3Richard Bentley, 1859 |
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Strana 11
... half an hour syne . Aweel , Alice , I was saying how I sat up in a bit closet under the stair , there's a vizzy - hole intill't , nae bigger than my hand , that's ower the muckle clock - and whenever ye keek THE LAST OF THE CAVALIERS . 11.
... half an hour syne . Aweel , Alice , I was saying how I sat up in a bit closet under the stair , there's a vizzy - hole intill't , nae bigger than my hand , that's ower the muckle clock - and whenever ye keek THE LAST OF THE CAVALIERS . 11.
Strana 20
... half frightened to part her dark locks from her face and behold her own azure orbs in her mirror - lo ! from the depths of the lovely waters a form seemed to arise - a head with stern , glazed , dead eyes that froze her blood , and ...
... half frightened to part her dark locks from her face and behold her own azure orbs in her mirror - lo ! from the depths of the lovely waters a form seemed to arise - a head with stern , glazed , dead eyes that froze her blood , and ...
Strana 24
... half way to the ceiling ; so that Alice now saw from where she knelt the two figures it rendered visible in the room beyond . " He is not come , after all ! " exclaimed Drummond , throwing himself into a chair , with his back to the ...
... half way to the ceiling ; so that Alice now saw from where she knelt the two figures it rendered visible in the room beyond . " He is not come , after all ! " exclaimed Drummond , throwing himself into a chair , with his back to the ...
Strana 26
... half - empty space - flinging himself down every five minutes on his seat , and grat- ing it roughly backwards as he did so -- muttering to himself curses which very often he repeated aloud , and beating the devil's tattoo with hand and ...
... half - empty space - flinging himself down every five minutes on his seat , and grat- ing it roughly backwards as he did so -- muttering to himself curses which very often he repeated aloud , and beating the devil's tattoo with hand and ...
Strana 27
... half a stoup more would have finished me , when my cama- rado rolled over , and I gave him a kick to celebrate my victory -- ha , ha ! it was more than you could have carried , old lantern - jaws ! " 66 Thy triumph well becomes thee ...
... half a stoup more would have finished me , when my cama- rado rolled over , and I gave him a kick to celebrate my victory -- ha , ha ! it was more than you could have carried , old lantern - jaws ! " 66 Thy triumph well becomes thee ...
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Alice Alice's Allan Johnstone answer arms asked Athol auld beautiful beneath Blair Athol Blair Castle blood brave breast breath brother brow Cameronian canna cheek Claverhouse Cowgate dark dead dear dearie death door Drummond Dunbarton Dundee's Dunfermline Earl of Glencarrig Elsie Eppie exclaimed eyes face fear fingers Flora frae gentlemen girl grief half hand hast head heart Heatherfield Heaven Herries Highland honour hour Jacobite Janet Jock knew lassie laugh leave letter lips look Lord Dundee Lord Glencarrig mair maun mind Morison mother Neil Maclean never night Norman Scott Ogilvie once passion poor puir rapier replied rose round Sassenach Scotland seemed sister sleep smile soldier sorrow soul speak stood sword tears tell thee thing thou thought tion turned viscount Viscount Dundee voice Whig woman words wounded ye hae young
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Strana 277 - No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: No where by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever.
Strana 56 - Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks, Ere I own an usurper, I'll couch with the fox ; And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee ; You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me...
Strana 110 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Strana 179 - And onely thinke on that before them set. Ne from thenceforth doth any fleshly sense, Or idle thought of earthly things...
Strana 22 - I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed, that I am reckless what I do, to spite the world.
Strana 218 - Early in years, and yet more infantine In figure, she had something of sublime In eyes which sadly shone, as seraphs' shine. All youth — but with an aspect beyond time; Radiant and grave — as pitying man's decline ; Mournful — but mournful of another's crime, She look'd as if she sat by Eden's door, And grieved for those who could return no more.
Strana 239 - See— oh, never more, my comrades, Shall we see that falcon eye Redden with its inward lightning, As the hour of fight drew nigh! Never shall we hear the voice that, Clearer than the trumpet's call, Bade us strike for king and country, Bade us win the field, or fall!
Strana 252 - Ben se' crudel, se tu già non ti duoli, pensando ciò ch'al mio cor s'annunziava; e se non piangi, di che pianger suoli? Quando siamo presi da passione, vorremmo che tutti partecipassero al nostro dolore, e ci fa male la vista delle persone indifferenti. Una madre del popolo che teme ucciso il figliuolo, va correndo per le vie forsennata chiedendo alla gente: l'avete veduto? quasi tutti sapessero di chi parli o di che...
Strana 163 - Elle n'attendait pas un second avenir : Elle ne languit pas de doute en esperance, Et ne disputa pas sa vie a la souffrance ; Elle but d'un seul trait le vase de douleur ; Dans sa premiere larme elle noya son...