The Heiress of HaddonC.F. Wardley, 1889 - 198 pages |
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... horses around , with lances couched they paused to spy out a weak point in the other's defence . Every breath was hushed , and every eye was strained to the uttermost as the anxious onlookers stood on tiptoe to follow every movement of ...
... horses around , with lances couched they paused to spy out a weak point in the other's defence . Every breath was hushed , and every eye was strained to the uttermost as the anxious onlookers stood on tiptoe to follow every movement of ...
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... horse , he nimbly swung himself up by the girths on the other side , and reseated himself in the saddle , much to the astonishment of De la Zouch , who imagined he had unhorsed him , and much to the delight of the audience , which ...
... horse , he nimbly swung himself up by the girths on the other side , and reseated himself in the saddle , much to the astonishment of De la Zouch , who imagined he had unhorsed him , and much to the delight of the audience , which ...
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... horse and scanned the company . 66 66 What does this fellow want ? " growled Sir George , as with knitted eyebrows he scruntinised the intruder . Thou art a Royal messenger , " he added , turning to the man , who had advanced until he ...
... horse and scanned the company . 66 66 What does this fellow want ? " growled Sir George , as with knitted eyebrows he scruntinised the intruder . Thou art a Royal messenger , " he added , turning to the man , who had advanced until he ...
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... horse , he departed as suddenly as he had appeared , leaving the awe - stricken assembly to disperse with much less ... horse's neck , alighted , and leaving the ostler to take the steed away , he strode quickly into the inn without ...
... horse , he departed as suddenly as he had appeared , leaving the awe - stricken assembly to disperse with much less ... horse's neck , alighted , and leaving the ostler to take the steed away , he strode quickly into the inn without ...
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... horse he will think well of thee . " " Yes , yes ; certainly ! " replied the man , grinning . " I always look well after gentlemen's horses , I do . You'll not be wanting them in the morning , I suppose ? " " " " Yes , no ; that is - I ...
... horse he will think well of thee . " " Yes , yes ; certainly ! " replied the man , grinning . " I always look well after gentlemen's horses , I do . You'll not be wanting them in the morning , I suppose ? " " " " Yes , no ; that is - I ...
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Page 186 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! — "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 96 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view. From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 54 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped; But 'scaped in vain, for in their memory yet His mind would half exult and half regret...
Page 61 - The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy! Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toucheth thee: But, och! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Page 191 - And in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand with her heart in it, to Francesco. Great was the joy ; but at the bridal feast When all sat down, the bride was wanting there, Nor was she to be found ! Her father cried " "Tis but to make a trial of our love ! " And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread.
Page 3 - When two are stripped, long ere the course begin We wish that one should lose, the other win. And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots like in each respect. The reason no man knows; let it suffice What we behold is censured by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
Page 191 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory -tooth imprinted on his finger.
Page 101 - COME not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest: Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest.
Page 73 - SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE. A FACE that should content me wondrous well, Should not be fair, but lovely to behold ; Of lively look, all grief for to repel ; With right good grace, so would I that it should Speak without word, such words as none can tell...
Page 113 - Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite. Yet even now it is good to think, While my few poor varlets grumble and drink In my desolate hall, where the fires sink,— Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.