Dermot O'Brien, Or, The Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649 |
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... weapon which he bore about his person , though the butts of a pair of silver - mounted pistols peered from the holsters at his saddle - bow ; and the bugle , which he had just winded so skilfully and well , was suspended from a silver ...
... weapon which he bore about his person , though the butts of a pair of silver - mounted pistols peered from the holsters at his saddle - bow ; and the bugle , which he had just winded so skilfully and well , was suspended from a silver ...
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... weapon of the Parliamentarians - and that which , in the hard hands of the Ironsides , had done such fatal execution on the heights of Naseby , and the red moor of Marston . He wore a steeple - crowned black hat , with neither band nor ...
... weapon of the Parliamentarians - and that which , in the hard hands of the Ironsides , had done such fatal execution on the heights of Naseby , and the red moor of Marston . He wore a steeple - crowned black hat , with neither band nor ...
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... weapon in his hand , posted and cocked , and ready for prompt action . And well it was for the young hunter that his promptitude was both active and deliberate , for not a minute had elapsed before that military promptitude saved him ...
... weapon in his hand , posted and cocked , and ready for prompt action . And well it was for the young hunter that his promptitude was both active and deliberate , for not a minute had elapsed before that military promptitude saved him ...
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... weapons were lowered , it is true ; but the pistol - locks were not uncocked , nor were the swords put up into their scabbards . The brows , too , which looked of late so balefully upon the stranger , still gloomed upon him OR THE ...
... weapons were lowered , it is true ; but the pistol - locks were not uncocked , nor were the swords put up into their scabbards . The brows , too , which looked of late so balefully upon the stranger , still gloomed upon him OR THE ...
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... weapons of the clansmen , and turned from them to note the expression of their leader's noble features . 66 " Must I ... weapon was returned to the sheath or the girdle , and many of the company applied themselves to couple up the ...
... weapons of the clansmen , and turned from them to note the expression of their leader's noble features . 66 " Must I ... weapon was returned to the sheath or the girdle , and many of the company applied themselves to couple up the ...
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Dermot O'brien, Or the Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649 (Classic Reprint) Henry William Herbert No preview available - 2016 |
Dermot O'brien, Or the Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649 (Classic Reprint) Henry William Herbert No preview available - 2018 |
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Page 94 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke.
Page 95 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Page 41 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
Page 137 - God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Page 137 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb...
Page 26 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep,* And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone : The battled towers, the donjon keep,* The loophole grates, where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Page 137 - I've seen the sick and ghastly bed Of Sin delirious with its dread: But these were horrors — this was woe Unmix'd with such — but sure and slow. He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind...