Tales of My Landlord,: The black dwarf

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William Blackwood, Prince's Street: and John Murray, Albemarle Street, London., 1816 - 347 страници
 

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Страница 89 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Страница 152 - Revolution shewed an inclination to interfere with the management of the Church, and they positively refused to take the oath of allegiance to King William and Queen Mary, until they should, on their part, have sworn to the Solemn League and Covenant, the Magna Charta, as they termed it, of the Presbyterian Church.
Страница 46 - Is not the whole land before thee? separate thyself, I pray thee, from me : if thou wilt take the left hand, then I will go to the right ; or if thou depart to the right hand, then I will go to the left.
Страница 106 - ... religion, hardihood towards his enemy, and fidelity to his lady-love ! — Ah, benedicite ! how he will mourn over the fall of such a pearl of knighthood, be it on the side he happens to favour, or on the other. But, truly, for sweeping from the face of the earth some few hundreds of villain churls, who are born but to plough it, the high-born and inquisitive historian has marvellous little sympathy — as little, or less, perhaps, than John Grahame of Claverhouse.
Страница 318 - Yet could he not his closing eyes withdraw, Though less and less of Emily he saw: So speechless for a little space he lay, Then grasp'd the hand he held, and sigh'd his soul away.
Страница 307 - I had assurance of bestowing them on a sure and sincere friend. But Lord Evandale is a malignant, of heart like flint, and brow like adamant ; the goods of the world fall on him like...
Страница 42 - Certain men, the children of Belial, are gone out from among you, and have withdrawn the inhabitants of their city, saying, Let us go and serve other gods, which ye have not known...
Страница 95 - ... us on any given moment— it is the memory which the soldier leaves behind him, like the long train of light that follows the sunken sun — that is all which is worth caring for, which distinguishes the death of the brave or the ignoble.

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