The Library of Romance: A Collection of Traditions, Poetical Legends, and Short Standard Tales and Romances, of All NationsO. Hodgson, 1837 - 440 pagina's |
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Pagina 12
... looked like twisted snakes , for there was a constant heaving and writhing of it about his body . Frederick noted these things while Hermann was speak- ' ing . When he ceased , he said , with an air of gaiety , “ I like your dress ...
... looked like twisted snakes , for there was a constant heaving and writhing of it about his body . Frederick noted these things while Hermann was speak- ' ing . When he ceased , he said , with an air of gaiety , “ I like your dress ...
Pagina 13
... looked at Hermann . He would have spoken , but his lips were rigid ; as unapt for motion as the marble lips of a statue . 66 " From this moment , until sun - rise , " said Hermann , you have no power to exchange thoughts but with the ...
... looked at Hermann . He would have spoken , but his lips were rigid ; as unapt for motion as the marble lips of a statue . 66 " From this moment , until sun - rise , " said Hermann , you have no power to exchange thoughts but with the ...
Pagina 17
... looked for her in the bottom of a well : her temple is the grave ! her oracles , dust and ashes ! " * * * The scene was changed . They stood beneath the ruined porch of the church . The doors flew open with a rattling sound ; they ...
... looked for her in the bottom of a well : her temple is the grave ! her oracles , dust and ashes ! " * * * The scene was changed . They stood beneath the ruined porch of the church . The doors flew open with a rattling sound ; they ...
Pagina 24
... indeed , for nothing , -to feel for nobody . I was oppressed with bitter regret , —I looked earnestly at her in sorrowing silence . She started at the sudden pause -her eyes for a moment met mine ; but they 24 MORNING CALLS .
... indeed , for nothing , -to feel for nobody . I was oppressed with bitter regret , —I looked earnestly at her in sorrowing silence . She started at the sudden pause -her eyes for a moment met mine ; but they 24 MORNING CALLS .
Pagina 27
... looked out at the mid - hour of night Where the grave - hills all silently lay ; The moon - beams above gave so brilliant a light , That the church - yard was clear as by day : First one , then another , to open began ; Here came out a ...
... looked out at the mid - hour of night Where the grave - hills all silently lay ; The moon - beams above gave so brilliant a light , That the church - yard was clear as by day : First one , then another , to open began ; Here came out a ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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,
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.