Account of the life of Mr. John Home. Appendix to biographical account of Mr. John Home, consisting of letters to and from his friends. Agis. Douglas.-v. 2. Siege of Aquileia. The fatal discovery. Alonzo. Alfred. History of the rebellion, 1745.-v. 3. History of the rebellion (cont.)-Appendix [letters and documents illustrating the historyA. Constable and Company, 1822 |
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... Norv . I know not how to thank you . Rude I am In speech and manners : never till this hour Stood I in such a presence ; yet , my lord , ' There's something in my breast , which makes me bold Το say , that Norval ne'er will shame thy ...
... Norv . I know not how to thank you . Rude I am In speech and manners : never till this hour Stood I in such a presence ; yet , my lord , ' There's something in my breast , which makes me bold Το say , that Norval ne'er will shame thy ...
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... Norv . Let us begone , my lord . Lord Rand . [ To Lady RANDOLPH . ] About the time that the declining sun Shall his broad orb o'er yonder hills suspend , Expect us to return . This night once more Within these walls I rest ; my tent I ...
... Norv . Let us begone , my lord . Lord Rand . [ To Lady RANDOLPH . ] About the time that the declining sun Shall his broad orb o'er yonder hills suspend , Expect us to return . This night once more Within these walls I rest ; my tent I ...
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... Norv . Small is the skill my lord delights to praise In him he favours . - Hear from whence it came : Beneath a mountain's brow , the most remote And inaccessible by shepherds trod , In a deep cave , dug by no mortal hand , A hermit ...
... Norv . Small is the skill my lord delights to praise In him he favours . - Hear from whence it came : Beneath a mountain's brow , the most remote And inaccessible by shepherds trod , In a deep cave , dug by no mortal hand , A hermit ...
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... Norv . That too at last I learn'd . Unhappy man ! Returning homeward by Messina's port , Loaded with wealth and honours bravely won , A rude and boist'rous captain of the sea Fasten'd a quarrel on him . Fierce they fought : The stranger ...
... Norv . That too at last I learn'd . Unhappy man ! Returning homeward by Messina's port , Loaded with wealth and honours bravely won , A rude and boist'rous captain of the sea Fasten'd a quarrel on him . Fierce they fought : The stranger ...
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... Norv . No ; they were dead : kind Heaven had closed their eyes Before their son had shed his brother's blood . Lord Rand . Hard is his fate ; for he was not to blame ! There is a destiny in this strange world , Which oft decrees an ...
... Norv . No ; they were dead : kind Heaven had closed their eyes Before their son had shed his brother's blood . Lord Rand . Hard is his fate ; for he was not to blame ! There is a destiny in this strange world , Which oft decrees an ...
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Página 312 - My name is NORVAL: on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.
Página 293 - I will not leave you long ; For in your shades I deem some spirit dwells, Who, from the chiding stream, or groaning oak, Still hears and answers to Matilda^ moan.
Página 329 - ... the cry Of one in jeopardy. I rose, and ran To where the circling eddy of a pool, Beneath the ford, us'd oft to bring within My reach whatever floating thing the stream Had caught.
Página 335 - Fear not that I shall mar so fair an harvest, By putting in my sickle ere 'tis ripe. Why did I leave my home and ancient dame? To find the youth, to tell him all I knew, And make him wear these jewels...
Página 366 - Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves ; The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed, Imposes silence, with a stilly sound. In such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry can be in aught believed, Descending spirits have conversed with man, And told the secrets of the world unknown.
Página 313 - The road he took, then hasted to my friends; Whom with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.
Página 333 - The fastest friend, the best and kindest master. But, ah ! he knew not of my sad estate. After that battle, where his gallant son, Your own brave brother, fell, the good old lord Grew...
Página 300 - I am, since death first prey'd on man, Never did sister thus a brother mourn. "What had your sorrows been, if you had lost, In early youth, the husband of your heart?
Página 346 - Then, having show'd his wounds, he'd sit him down, And all the live-long day discourse of war. To help my fancy, in the smooth green turf He cut the figures of the marshal!
Página 314 - I cannot say : for various affections, And strangely mingled, in my bosom swell; Yet each of them may well command a tear.