Woodstock; Or, The Cavalier: A Tale of the Year Sixteen Hundred and Fifty-one, Volume 3Archibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; and Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, London., 1826 - 370 pages |
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... mind , ac- companied with the prospect of a renewed inter- course with Alice Lee , by means of which he might be at hand to protect her against every chance , either of injury or insult , he held out his hand to the supposed Scottish ...
... mind , ac- companied with the prospect of a renewed inter- course with Alice Lee , by means of which he might be at hand to protect her against every chance , either of injury or insult , he held out his hand to the supposed Scottish ...
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... mind , that ever walks attended By a strong - siding champion , Conscience . " " My own opinion , nephew Markham , my own opinion ; better expressed , but just what I said when the scoundrelly roundheads pretend- ed to see ghosts at ...
... mind , that ever walks attended By a strong - siding champion , Conscience . " " My own opinion , nephew Markham , my own opinion ; better expressed , but just what I said when the scoundrelly roundheads pretend- ed to see ghosts at ...
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... mind , which dictated those beautiful lines , has long ago taught a man so amiable to say , I have sinned , I have sinned . Yes , I doubt not so sweet a harp has been broken , even in remorse , for the crimes he was witness 26 WOODSTOCK .
... mind , which dictated those beautiful lines , has long ago taught a man so amiable to say , I have sinned , I have sinned . Yes , I doubt not so sweet a harp has been broken , even in remorse , for the crimes he was witness 26 WOODSTOCK .
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... , what can frame my mind to bear The toil and turmoil , cark and care , New griefs , which coming hours unfold , And sad remembrance of the old ? One hour with thee .. One hour with thee ! -When burning June Waves his 39 WOODSTOCK ,
... , what can frame my mind to bear The toil and turmoil , cark and care , New griefs , which coming hours unfold , And sad remembrance of the old ? One hour with thee .. One hour with thee ! -When burning June Waves his 39 WOODSTOCK ,
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... recover your the affections of the people of England , in whose eyes such actions are an abomination , I leave to your own royal mind to consider . ” VOL . III . D Charles paused , struck with a turn to the con- WOODSTOCK . 49.
... recover your the affections of the people of England , in whose eyes such actions are an abomination , I leave to your own royal mind to consider . ” VOL . III . D Charles paused , struck with a turn to the con- WOODSTOCK . 49.
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alarm Albert Lee Alice Lee answered better betwixt Bevis called cavalier Charles Church cloak Colonel Everard command Commonwealth of England Crom Cromwell divine Doctor Rochecliffe door Dr Rochecliffe duty escape Excellency exclaimed eyes faithful Familists father fear feelings fellow gentleman Gilbert Pearson give ground guard hand hath head hear Holdenough honour horses hour Humgudgeon instantly Joceline John Milton Joliffe King King's King's Oak Lodge look Lord Louis Kerneguy Majesty Markham Everard Master Kerneguy Master Louis means Mistress Alice neral old knight Oliver once party passion petard Phoebe Pixie poor Presbyterian present Prince prison racter rapier rard replied returned Roger Wildrake roundheaded royal scarce secret seemed Sir Henry Lee soldiers speak spirit Spitfire spoke sword tell thee thou art thou hast thought tion Tomkins tone Tredagh trust turret wench Woodstock words yonder young Zerobabel
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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 - 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...
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.
Page 336 - Yet what can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier...