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... stand ; though we do think that exciting none of those more exalted feelings , and there are fancy and poetry enough ... stands out in the face of each of them , and the facility is attested , as in the case of Shakspeare himself , both ...
... stand ; though we do think that exciting none of those more exalted feelings , and there are fancy and poetry enough ... stands out in the face of each of them , and the facility is attested , as in the case of Shakspeare himself , both ...
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... stand unrnixed and con- we see him again in the deep window - recess of trasted . Courage restrained by caution , and libe- Glendearg , and Mary's looks of simple yet ear- rality by prudence , loyalty , with a view only to nest anxiety ...
... stand unrnixed and con- we see him again in the deep window - recess of trasted . Courage restrained by caution , and libe- Glendearg , and Mary's looks of simple yet ear- rality by prudence , loyalty , with a view only to nest anxiety ...
Sida xvii
... stand aloof from the ge- neral feeling , and to refuse our humble proportion of those " golden opinions he has bought from all sorts of men , " and which have fixed him in so high a rank in the literature of his country . the hands of ...
... stand aloof from the ge- neral feeling , and to refuse our humble proportion of those " golden opinions he has bought from all sorts of men , " and which have fixed him in so high a rank in the literature of his country . the hands of ...
Sida xxv
... stand by her , as their fathers did before them , and he who would not drink a bumper to his toast , may he never drink whiskey more . " Sir WALTER SCOTT here stated , that Mrs. Siddons wanted the means , but not the will , of be ...
... stand by her , as their fathers did before them , and he who would not drink a bumper to his toast , may he never drink whiskey more . " Sir WALTER SCOTT here stated , that Mrs. Siddons wanted the means , but not the will , of be ...
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... stand ready dight ? Why watch these warriors , armed , by night ? They watch to hear the bloodhound baying ; They watch , to hear the warhorn braying ; To see Saint George's red cross streaming ; To see the midnight beacon gleaming ...
... stand ready dight ? Why watch these warriors , armed , by night ? They watch to hear the bloodhound baying ; They watch , to hear the warhorn braying ; To see Saint George's red cross streaming ; To see the midnight beacon gleaming ...
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Sida 93 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Sida 83 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Sida 97 - Edmund is down ; — my life is reft ; — The Admiral alone is left Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost — Must I bid twice ? — hence, varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Sida 83 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Sida 158 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends from heaven that fell Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their...
Sida 421 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Sida 21 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand...
Sida 202 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.
Sida 151 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Sida 150 - Sir Roderick marked — and in his eyes Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel. Short space he stood — then waved his hand: Down sunk the disappearing band; Each warrior...