The Library of Romance: A Collection of Traditions, Poetical Legends, and Short Standard Tales and Romances, of All NationsO. Hodgson, 1837 - 440 էջ |
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... face from between her hands , which were dripping with tears ; and the change that had passed over it was so startling that the baillie stopped , and did not attempt to conclude his sentence . " You meant me no wrong , baillie , you ...
... face from between her hands , which were dripping with tears ; and the change that had passed over it was so startling that the baillie stopped , and did not attempt to conclude his sentence . " You meant me no wrong , baillie , you ...
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... faces more ghastly grow , Lest the fallen angel from below , Like a lion roaring for his prey , Is come in their shrouds to bear them away ; Methinks if thou wert laid by me , I'd fear neither fiend nor his agony , Nor the horrible yell ...
... faces more ghastly grow , Lest the fallen angel from below , Like a lion roaring for his prey , Is come in their shrouds to bear them away ; Methinks if thou wert laid by me , I'd fear neither fiend nor his agony , Nor the horrible yell ...
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... face was pallid even to ghastliness , and had a wild , haggard expression ; his arms were naked to the elbow ; his long black hair knotted ; and his tall gaunt figure enveloped in a robe made from the skin of a leopard . The girdle by ...
... face was pallid even to ghastliness , and had a wild , haggard expression ; his arms were naked to the elbow ; his long black hair knotted ; and his tall gaunt figure enveloped in a robe made from the skin of a leopard . The girdle by ...
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... face a sad look of pity and of wrath . He had thoughts that burned for utterance , but he had no tongue to give them utterance . The form spoke : " Why hast thou troubled me in death my son ? Why hast thou in life arrayed thee in that ...
... face a sad look of pity and of wrath . He had thoughts that burned for utterance , but he had no tongue to give them utterance . The form spoke : " Why hast thou troubled me in death my son ? Why hast thou in life arrayed thee in that ...
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... face furi- ously against the stones . He heard the voice of Hermann . Oh ! the damning chuckle of that voice , as he joyously shouted , " Rare secrets ! brave secrets ! marvellous reve- lations for the living ! " " Since when hath such ...
... face furi- ously against the stones . He heard the voice of Hermann . Oh ! the damning chuckle of that voice , as he joyously shouted , " Rare secrets ! brave secrets ! marvellous reve- lations for the living ! " " Since when hath such ...
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Էջ 207 - They that waited at the table were just the wicked serving-men and troopers, that had done their work and cruel bidding on earth. There was the Lang Lad of the Nethertown, that helped to take Argyle; and the bishop's summoner, that they called the Deil's Rattle-bag; and the wicked guardsmen in their laced coats; and the savage Highland Amorites, that shed blood like water; and...
Էջ 207 - And there was Claverhouse, as beautiful as when he lived, with his long, dark, curled locks, streaming down over his laced buff-coat, and his left hand always on his right spuleblade, to hide the wound that the silver bullet had made.
Էջ 196 - ... and few folk liked either the name or the conditions of the creature — they thought there was something in it by ordinar — and my gudesire was not just easy in mind when the door shut on him, and he saw himself in the room wi' naebody but the laird, Dougal MacCallum, and the major, a thing that hadna chanced to him before.
Էջ 192 - twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below. Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws; They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws; With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled...
Էջ 203 - Speak out, sirrah," said the Laird, assuming a look of his father's, a very particular ane, which he had when he was angry — it seemed as if the wrinkles of his frown made that self-same fearful shape of a horse's shoe in the middle of his brow ; — — " Speak out, sir! I will know your thoughts ; — do you suppose that I have this money ?" " Far be it frae me to say so,
Էջ 206 - They rode into the outer courtyard, through the muckle faulding yetts and aneath the auld portcullis; and the whole front of the house was lighted, and there were pipes and fiddles, and as much dancing and deray within as used to be at Sir Robert's house at Pace and Yule, and such high seasons.
Էջ 199 - it shall never break my service to Sir Robert; and I will answer his next whistle, so be you will stand by me, Hutcheon.' Hutcheon had nae will to the wark, but he had stood by Dougal in battle and broil, and he wad not fail him at this pinch; so...
Էջ 193 - Ilk, who lived in these parts before the dear years. The country will lang mind him ; and our fathers used to draw breath thick if ever they heard him named. He was out wi' the Hielandmen in Montrose's time; and again he was in the hills wi...
Էջ 198 - ... the order of the grand funeral. Now, Dougal looked aye waur and waur when night was coming, and was aye the last to gang to his bed, whilk was in a little round just opposite the chamber of dais, whilk his master occupied while he was living, and where he now lay in state, as they...
Էջ 200 - ... against him in the rental-book. Weel, away he trots to the Castle, to tell his story, and there he is introduced to Sir John, sitting in his father's chair in deep mourning, with weepers and hanging cravat, and a small walking rapier by his side, instead of the auld broadsword that had a hundred weight of steel about it, what with blade, chape, and basket-hilt.