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Pelayo, Or the Cavern of Covadonga: A Romance (Classic Reprint)
Anna Cora Ogden Mowatt Ritchie
No preview available - 2017
Alonzo Antonio beam beauty beneath blood blow bosom bound brave breast breath bright broke brow burst changed charms chase cheek chief clouds cold cried dare dark death deep despair dream e'en e'er earth ev'ry face fade fair fancy fear feel fell fled flow fond gazed gentle give glance glow golden grief half hand hath head hear heart heaven hope hour liberty light lips look maid maiden meet mind Moor morn ne'er never night noble o'er once Pelayo pride princess proud rest rocks round scarce scene seemed seen shine side smile soon soul sound speak spell spirit step stood storm sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou thought thousand tone turn voice wake warrior waves wild winds wing Ximena young youth
Page iv - False wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, — their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.
Page iv - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Page 156 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
Page iv - A clergyman of special note For shunning those of his own coat ; Which made his brethren of the gown Take care betimes to run him down : No libertine, nor over nice, Addicted to no sort of vice, Went where he pleased, said what he thought ; Not rich, but owed no man a groat...
Page iv - Faith, sir, you know as much as I." "Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest! Tis now no secret" — I protest 'Tis one to me — "Then tell us, pray, When are the troops to have their pay?
Page xiii - T was nature taught me first to rhyme, And my impatient, restless muse, To pen my thoughts scarce gives me time, And pruning wholly doth refuse, And when...