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... death by the Moors . The chief , indeed the only food of these people was fish , which they first dried in the sun , then cut into thin slices , and broiled on the hot sand . For three or four of the fourteen days they remained at El ...
... death by the Moors . The chief , indeed the only food of these people was fish , which they first dried in the sun , then cut into thin slices , and broiled on the hot sand . For three or four of the fourteen days they remained at El ...
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... death . Yes , ' said the venerable man , all is lost , I cannot escape . Ah ! horrible . The rack must again be my portion .'- He was proceeding , when Lucia suddenly darted away , and flying to Jaques , told him the circumstance ...
... death . Yes , ' said the venerable man , all is lost , I cannot escape . Ah ! horrible . The rack must again be my portion .'- He was proceeding , when Lucia suddenly darted away , and flying to Jaques , told him the circumstance ...
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... death at the village where they had now arrived ; and to strike terror into the rest , the head of one of them was hung round the neck of a camel for three days , until it became so putrid that they were obliged to remove it . The ...
... death at the village where they had now arrived ; and to strike terror into the rest , the head of one of them was hung round the neck of a camel for three days , until it became so putrid that they were obliged to remove it . The ...
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... death .- ( To be continued . ) ANECDOTES OF IGNATIUS LOYOLA , FOUNDER OF THE JESUITS . His device should have been these words of the Gospel , I came not to send peace , but a sword . This immortal Patriarch of the disturbers of the ...
... death .- ( To be continued . ) ANECDOTES OF IGNATIUS LOYOLA , FOUNDER OF THE JESUITS . His device should have been these words of the Gospel , I came not to send peace , but a sword . This immortal Patriarch of the disturbers of the ...
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... death . Even the Signor Taverini was scarcely admitted . Her grief exceeds all due bounds - and then - and then - pardon me , Signor - but the report- " " What report ? -but begone , old man , nor tempt my rage . - Strangers - said you ...
... death . Even the Signor Taverini was scarcely admitted . Her grief exceeds all due bounds - and then - and then - pardon me , Signor - but the report- " " What report ? -but begone , old man , nor tempt my rage . - Strangers - said you ...
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Página 146 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 146 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
Página 146 - Cameron's gathering" rose ! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard too have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their...
Página 146 - Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And when they smiled because he deem'd it near His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.
Página 146 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Página 146 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness. And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Página 146 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Página 235 - His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 'twere With a convulsion— then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears. And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet: as he paused, The Lady of his love re-enter'd there; She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved...
Página 145 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance; let joy be unconfined ! No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Página 147 - But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.