Stratton Hill: A Tale of the Civil Wars, Volume 2J. & J. Harper, 1829 |
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... brow , and fanned every fevered desire . He would have married me then he besought me with tears to join our hands ; to retire to Carhayes , to peace and love -- dear deli- cious images ! Oh , it is a fearful thing to give a new im ...
... brow , and fanned every fevered desire . He would have married me then he besought me with tears to join our hands ; to retire to Carhayes , to peace and love -- dear deli- cious images ! Oh , it is a fearful thing to give a new im ...
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... brow to plant laurels , or to think of his name living illustriously . But what of that ? a devoted spirit may be found in the path of peace as well as war : a gifted mind needs not the latter . " " True , " said the sister , now wholly ...
... brow to plant laurels , or to think of his name living illustriously . But what of that ? a devoted spirit may be found in the path of peace as well as war : a gifted mind needs not the latter . " " True , " said the sister , now wholly ...
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... brow . " Miraelitz , do we meet again thus ? " My master ! my dear master ! " he said , " it is a joy to me to see you once more . I always loved you , and would have travelled with you to the end of the world ; you know I never cared ...
... brow . " Miraelitz , do we meet again thus ? " My master ! my dear master ! " he said , " it is a joy to me to see you once more . I always loved you , and would have travelled with you to the end of the world ; you know I never cared ...
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... brow , to veil the emotions that gathered there . It is seldom a welcome thing to speak to one woman of a violent attachment cherished for another ; but when the ob- ject so enchanting is passed from the " world of love and tears ...
... brow , to veil the emotions that gathered there . It is seldom a welcome thing to speak to one woman of a violent attachment cherished for another ; but when the ob- ject so enchanting is passed from the " world of love and tears ...
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... brow . " We must part , " she said ; " the sun spreads fast on the hills beyond , and my father and sister will wonder at my stay ; for we must return to the home from which we were so rudely scared . Adieu ! we leave the hamlet ...
... brow . " We must part , " she said ; " the sun spreads fast on the hills beyond , and my father and sister will wonder at my stay ; for we must return to the home from which we were so rudely scared . Adieu ! we leave the hamlet ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
agen amidst ancient arms army battle battle of Lansdowne battle of Stratton beauty beneath beside blood brow calm Catherine cavalry Charles clasped command companion Cornish countenance court cuirass dark Dawnay death deep Devizes drew nigh dwelling Eleanor enemy Esham father favourite feelings fell field fierce fight force gallant gazed glance glidin hall hand head heard heart hill Honor horse hour instantly Kilkhampton King lady latter look Lord Lord Wilmot Majesty Marquis mind never Nicholas night noble pale passed prince Queen racter rebels replied retired river Lynher rose royal Royalists ruin scene seat seemed side siege of Gloucester Sir Beville sister sitch smile soldier sorrow sound spirit stood Stratton STRATTON HILL stream strong sword there's thing thought tone town Trebarva Trenlyon Trethewan Trevanion Trewen troops turned voice Waller walls wandered waved Western forces wild words wounded
Passagens conhecidas
Página 168 - What though the lords of tower and dome From Shannon to the North-sea foam, — Thought ye your iron hands of pride Could break the knot that love had tied ? No: — let the eagle change his plume, The leaf its hue, the flower its bloom ; But ties around this heart were spun, That could not, would not, be undone ! VIII.
Página 31 - Cold grew the foggy morn, the day was brief, Loose on the cherry hung the crimson leaf; The dew dwelt ever on the herb ; the woods Roar'd with strong blasts, with mighty showers the floods : All green was vanish'd, save of pine and yew, That still displayed their melancholy hue ; Save the green holly with its berries red, And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread.
Página 193 - They'll ne'er make a tempest like that in my mind; Though loudest of thunder on louder waves roar, That's naething like leaving my love on the shore. To leave thee behind me my heart is sair...
Página 3 - And ruder words will soon rush in To spread the breach that words begin ; And eyes forget the gentle ray They wore in courtship's smiling day ; And voices lose the tone that shed A tenderness round all they said, Till fast declining, one by one, The sweetnesses of love are gone...
Página 143 - Memory's aching sight : — Sad dreams ! as when the Spirit of our Youth Returns in sleep, sparkling with all the truth And innocence once ours, and leads us back, In mournful mockery, o'er the shining track Of our young life, and points out every ray Of hope and peace we've lost upon the way...
Página 128 - It is pity so noble and peaceful a soul should see, much more suffer, the rudeness of those who must make up their want of justice with inhumanity and impudence. Her sympathy with me in my afflictions will make her virtues shine with greater lustre, as stars in the darkest nights, and assure the envious world that she loves me, not my fortunes.
Página 128 - ... the cannon bullets whistled so loud about me, that all the company pressed me earnestly to go out of the house, their cannon having totally beaten down all the neighbour houses, and two cannon bullets falling from the top to the bottom of the house where I was ; so that, clothed as well as in haste I could be, I went on foot some little distance out of the town, under the shelter of a ditch, like that of Newmarket, whither, before I could get, the cannon bullets fell thick about us, and a servant...
Página 61 - I met wi' my lover, Amang the broom bushes by Stanley green shaw : The wild flow'rs o' summer were spread a' sae bonnie, The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree; But far to the camp they ha'e marched my dear Johnnie, And now it is winter wi
Página 186 - ... doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. ' This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Página 128 - ... doth, among whom I yet think few are so malicious as to hate her for herself. The fault is, that she is my wife. All justice, then, as well as affection commands me to study her security, who is only in danger for my sake. I am content to be tossed, weatherbeaten and shipwrecked, so as she may be in safe harbour.