Woodstock; Or, The Cavalier: A Tale of the Year Sixteen Hundred and Fifty-one, Volume 3
Archibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; and Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, London., 1826 - 370 pages
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Albert Alice answered apartment appeared arms believe better bring called cause cavalier Charles Church Colonel command consider Cromwell danger Doctor Rochecliffe door duty entered escape Everard Excellency exclaimed eyes fair faithful father fear feelings followed give ground guard hand hast hath head hear heart hold honour hope horses hour interest Joceline keep Kerneguy King King's knight least leave less light lives Lodge look Lord Louis Markham Master means meet mind nature never once orders party pass Pearson perhaps Phæbe Phoebe poor present ready remained replied rest returned royal secret seemed Sir Henry soldiers speak spirit stand step sword tell thee thing thou thought Tomkins true trust turn voice whole Wildrake wish Woodstock young
Page 136 - A wonderful and horrible thing is committed in the land; The prophets prophesy falsely, and the priests bear rule by their means; and my people love to have it so: and what will ye do in the end thereof (Jer.5:22-31).
Page 25 - Good, to whom all things ill Are but as slavish officers of vengeance, Would send a glistering guardian, if need were, To keep my life and honour unassailed 220 Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err : there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove..
Page 28 - John Milton !" exclaimed Sir Henry in astonishment — "What! John Milton, the blasphemous and bloody-minded author of the Defensio Poputi Anglicanil — the advocate of the infernal High Court of Fiends; the creature and parasite of that grand impostor, that loathsome hypocrite, that detestable monster, that prodigy of the universe, that disgrace of mankind, that landscape of iniquity, that sink of sin, and that compendium of baseness, Oliver Cromwell !" " Even the same John Milton," answered Charles...
Page 234 - His eye-balls farther out than when he lived. Staring full ghastly like a strangled man : His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling ; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued.
Page 351 - YEARS rush by us like the wind. We see not whence the eddy comes, nor whitherward it is tending, and we seem ourselves to witness their flight without a sense that we are changed ; and yet Time is beguiling man of his strength, as the winds rob the woods of their foliage.
Page 307 - Art not thou that Egyptian, which before these days madest an uproar, and leddest out into the wilderness four thousand men that were murderers...
Page 14 - Which being tossed with the air Had force to strike his foe with fear, And turn his weapon from him. Himself he on an ear-wig set, Yet scarce he on his back could get, So oft and high he did curvet Ere he himself could settle. He made him turn, and stop, and bound, To gallop, and to trot the round; He scarce could stand on any ground, He was so full of mettle.