The Last of the Cavaliers. [By Rose Piddington.], Zväzok 3Richard Bentley, 1859 |
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Strana 2
... rest early , promising to return with the first peep of day -and Alice had smilingly obeyed . On her way to the town she had turned a little out of the road to see her mother's pretty grave , now decked with the first blossoms of spring ...
... rest early , promising to return with the first peep of day -and Alice had smilingly obeyed . On her way to the town she had turned a little out of the road to see her mother's pretty grave , now decked with the first blossoms of spring ...
Strana 52
... rest which the too sensitive brain refused to grant ; and , although she loathed the very thought of the dreary night - hours to be spent alone with the tormenting creations of her overwrought imagination , in the dumb anguish of ...
... rest which the too sensitive brain refused to grant ; and , although she loathed the very thought of the dreary night - hours to be spent alone with the tormenting creations of her overwrought imagination , in the dumb anguish of ...
Strana 57
... rest , it would have been picturesque and animated enough in the eyes of a painter to have atoned for any deficiency in that gravity and order which befit such occasions . From forty to fifty gentlemen , mostly men in the prime of life ...
... rest , it would have been picturesque and animated enough in the eyes of a painter to have atoned for any deficiency in that gravity and order which befit such occasions . From forty to fifty gentlemen , mostly men in the prime of life ...
Strana 60
... rest beyond the mere gratification of a fit of pique against the party which it aimed to overthrow . On this memorable evening , he had been more than ever ruffled by a general expression of regret at the 60 THE LAST OF THE CAVALIERS .
... rest beyond the mere gratification of a fit of pique against the party which it aimed to overthrow . On this memorable evening , he had been more than ever ruffled by a general expression of regret at the 60 THE LAST OF THE CAVALIERS .
Strana 69
... that this sword shall never rest in its sheath until my King sits in Holyrood again , or its master's hand lie cold and stiff in death : so help me God ! " He threw down upon the table before him his long THE LAST OF THE CAVALIERS . 69.
... that this sword shall never rest in its sheath until my King sits in Holyrood again , or its master's hand lie cold and stiff in death : so help me God ! " He threw down upon the table before him his long THE LAST OF THE CAVALIERS . 69.
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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...