The Last of the Cavaliers. [By Rose Piddington.], Zväzok 3Richard Bentley, 1859 |
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Strana 12
... sights I could see below , while mammy rampaged up and doun the stair , crying upon me frae rooftree to cellar - Hark till her , noo ! " In point of fact an irate female voice had several times become disagreeably prominent through the ...
... sights I could see below , while mammy rampaged up and doun the stair , crying upon me frae rooftree to cellar - Hark till her , noo ! " In point of fact an irate female voice had several times become disagreeably prominent through the ...
Strana 26
... sight as well as by ear , was as noisy and restless as his companion was quiet , walking round and round the room like a bear in its cell , his long sword and iron - heeled boots re- sounding loudly in the half - empty space - flinging ...
... sight as well as by ear , was as noisy and restless as his companion was quiet , walking round and round the room like a bear in its cell , his long sword and iron - heeled boots re- sounding loudly in the half - empty space - flinging ...
Strana 87
... sight ! WE would not have it inferred from the fact of his name being as yet absent from our pages that Jock Maclean had proved false to his mission — quite the re- verse . Nevertheless , it cannot be died that a certain somnolence ...
... sight ! WE would not have it inferred from the fact of his name being as yet absent from our pages that Jock Maclean had proved false to his mission — quite the re- verse . Nevertheless , it cannot be died that a certain somnolence ...
Strana 101
... , crushed beneath what seemed a mountain load , every bone and nerve and sinew starting a mist of blood floated before his straining sight , through which glared the wolfish face of Heatherfield THE LAST OF THE CAVALIERS . 101.
... , crushed beneath what seemed a mountain load , every bone and nerve and sinew starting a mist of blood floated before his straining sight , through which glared the wolfish face of Heatherfield THE LAST OF THE CAVALIERS . 101.
Strana 102
Rose Piddington. sight , through which glared the wolfish face of Heatherfield , the tiger eyes of Norman Scott ; while in his ears , as in those of a drowning wretch , rang a wild clamour of shouts and cries , and a rushing chaos of ...
Rose Piddington. sight , through which glared the wolfish face of Heatherfield , the tiger eyes of Norman Scott ; while in his ears , as in those of a drowning wretch , rang a wild clamour of shouts and cries , and a rushing chaos of ...
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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...