The Last of the Cavaliers. [By Rose Piddington.], Zväzok 3Richard Bentley, 1859 |
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Strana 2
... poor family in the vicinity of Libberton , a hamlet about three miles south of Edinburgh , and was coming home alone , for the old dame had remained behind to nurse a sick woman , who had earnestly entreated the assistance of her ...
... poor family in the vicinity of Libberton , a hamlet about three miles south of Edinburgh , and was coming home alone , for the old dame had remained behind to nurse a sick woman , who had earnestly entreated the assistance of her ...
Strana 4
... poor in- nocent babe ; sairer still at the dangers my kinsfolk must run into for their sake . Glencarrig is much changed , but he loves you still , my white rose ; and , of a verity , though it is his greatest misfortune , I could find ...
... poor in- nocent babe ; sairer still at the dangers my kinsfolk must run into for their sake . Glencarrig is much changed , but he loves you still , my white rose ; and , of a verity , though it is his greatest misfortune , I could find ...
Strana 28
... poor Alice feel as if the earth must open to engulf him . " Why do the heathen so furiously rage ? " was the unmoved answer of Heatherfield . " Behold , they are in the hand of the Lord to do as seemeth him good , ordained as ...
... poor Alice feel as if the earth must open to engulf him . " Why do the heathen so furiously rage ? " was the unmoved answer of Heatherfield . " Behold , they are in the hand of the Lord to do as seemeth him good , ordained as ...
Strana 29
... poor hunted curs as you and your like , refuse only fit for a gentleman to wipe the soles of his shoes upon , know of the gall of bitterness which makes me a devil ? Slaves and bondmen ! I know you for good haters , or we never should ...
... poor hunted curs as you and your like , refuse only fit for a gentleman to wipe the soles of his shoes upon , know of the gall of bitterness which makes me a devil ? Slaves and bondmen ! I know you for good haters , or we never should ...
Strana 30
... poor sinner , and a Babel's brat - who have never served my apprenticeship under the Christian discipline and savoury admonitions of the apostles and martyrs whose heads perfume the air of this good town , I had conceived the matter ...
... poor sinner , and a Babel's brat - who have never served my apprenticeship under the Christian discipline and savoury admonitions of the apostles and martyrs whose heads perfume the air of this good town , I had conceived the matter ...
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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...