Dramatic Tales, Volume 2J. Ballantyne and Company, 1817 |
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... truth , - Kil . Thou art unsuspecting as open truth , ― Drum . And innocent as the lamb that gambols on the sward , - Kil . And innocent as the lamb that gambols on the sward , - Drum . Even though the guileful fox , - Kil . Even though ...
... truth , - Kil . Thou art unsuspecting as open truth , ― Drum . And innocent as the lamb that gambols on the sward , - Kil . And innocent as the lamb that gambols on the sward , - Drum . Even though the guileful fox , - Kil . Even though ...
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... thy sight . Kil . ( Starting up . ) Sir ! Drum . Thou'st not half done yet ; -down again , sir , down ; I'll wring the truth from out thy guileful heart , Of schemes so rank , so fraught with injury , THE PROFLIGATE PRINCES . 19.
... thy sight . Kil . ( Starting up . ) Sir ! Drum . Thou'st not half done yet ; -down again , sir , down ; I'll wring the truth from out thy guileful heart , Of schemes so rank , so fraught with injury , THE PROFLIGATE PRINCES . 19.
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... truth , →→ Kil . Thou art unsuspecting as open truth , - Drum . And innocent as the lamb that gambols on the sward , - Kil . And innocent as the lamb that gambols on the sward , - Drum . Even though the guileful fox , - Kil . Even ...
... truth , →→ Kil . Thou art unsuspecting as open truth , - Drum . And innocent as the lamb that gambols on the sward , - Kil . And innocent as the lamb that gambols on the sward , - Drum . Even though the guileful fox , - Kil . Even ...
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... thy sight . Kil . ( Starting up . ) Sir ! Drum . Thou'st not half done yet ; -down again , sir , down ; I'll wring the truth from out thy guileful heart , Of schemes so rank , so fraught with injury , THE PROFLIGATE PRINCES . 19.
... thy sight . Kil . ( Starting up . ) Sir ! Drum . Thou'st not half done yet ; -down again , sir , down ; I'll wring the truth from out thy guileful heart , Of schemes so rank , so fraught with injury , THE PROFLIGATE PRINCES . 19.
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... truth Have shed upon my soul , like dew on flowers , Or like the first beam of the blessed sun , Which , after lowering storm , lights on the world . Drum . Sir Ronald , thou'rt a man which honour fits ; ' Tis throned upon thy brow ...
... truth Have shed upon my soul , like dew on flowers , Or like the first beam of the blessed sun , Which , after lowering storm , lights on the world . Drum . Sir Ronald , thou'rt a man which honour fits ; ' Tis throned upon thy brow ...
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Anna art thou aught beauteous blood bonny bosom breast burning Cair Cairney canna cheek Crawford dame daughter dear deer Dost thou dread Drum DRUMMOND Elen ELENOR Exeunt Exit Fair Annabel Fairy father frame Friar friends gaun glen Glen-Garnet grey cock hand Hast thou hath hear heard heart heaven hill hold honour is't KILMORACK king kiss knight lady look lord Lord Crawford Lord of Badenoch lovely Annabel Lula maid maiden Matilda Merlin moon morning ne'er never nigh nought o'er Old Shep poor pray prince round SCENE seem'd shame Shep Shepherd SIR JOHN DRUMMOND Sir Ronald smile soul Spirit sweet sword thing thou art thou hast Thou'rt trust Twas twill weel ween ween'd wild winds woman ye hae
Popular passages
Page 246 - Tis sweet to hear the blackbird's note Come pealing frae the tree ; To see the lambkin's lightsome race— The speckled kid in wanton chase— The young deer cower in lonely place, Deep in his flowery den ; But sweeter far the bonny face That smiles in yonder glen.
Page 7 - Some children wandered careless on the hill, Selecting early flowers. My heart rejoic'd, For all was glad around me. One sweet maid Came tripping near, eyeing, with gladsome smile, Each little flower that bloom'd upon the hill; Nimbly she pick'd them, minding me of swan That feeds upon the waste. I blest the girl! She was not maid nor child, but of that age 'Twixt both, when purity of frame and soul Awaken dreams of beauty born in heaven.
Page 8 - With e-iger haste, Heedless of risk, she clamber'd down the steep, Pluck'd the wish'd flower — and sigh'd: for when she saw The depth she had descended, then she woke To sense of danger. All her flowers she dropt, And tried to gain the height, but tried in vain! I hasted to her rescue; but, alas! I came...
Page 9 - T saw her, middle air, fall like a seraph From out the firmament. The rooks and daws, That fled their roost in thousands at the sight, Curtain'd her exit from my palsied eye And dizzy brain. O! never will that scene Part from my bean; whene'er I would be sad, I think of it.* Pp.
Page 234 - And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet!
Page 165 - The king comea down, and takes Annabel's hand.) ' King. My love! my beauteous Annabel, forgive me! Yes, Annabel, Sir Ronald is the king — Fair Scotland's king, — who has not now done that He blushes to acknowledge.— (Seating her by his side.) Thou art my queen! For love, and not for state, thou wedded'st me; Therefore I love and value thee the more. Thy sovereign is thy husband, Annabel:— , My dames and nobles all, this is your queen. (All come forward, and make obeisance at anct.) * Omnes.
Page 3 - Sings everlasting discord? where the mists, Drizzly and dank, hang lingering on the bosom Of the bleak wilderness; and winter's flag, White as the speck upon the North's cold cheek, Scutcheons the hill for ever? — Are our minds Estranged from reason's guidance, thus to tilt Against each principle and bold appeal She makes to manhood?
Page 133 - Tis light,— light! (Laughs feebly and francticly; it dwindles to a kind of crying: comes forward, and sits down in a feeble convulsion of laughter.) I cannot help laughing at the conceit of the poppy being a lord. It was so like! like! — (Laughs and selects a daisy.) It was in hard circumstances the little virgin-flower, for it had no one to defend or protect it — It said, no; and the tear was in its eye. — What could it do more, when it said no, no, to the last? And it wept too.
Page 93 - Wo, then, to the hapless man; And woe to all that touch it! — Wo, — wo, — wo! Nature will soon be in a stayless uproar, And all the elements in roaring war. Oh! there are openings in that volume, knight, That mortal may not look upon and live! « Cra. How, then, dost thou? « Mer. Think'st thou the soul that animates this frame Is mortal; or came to this world with me? Ah, no! when first these mysteries I learned, That melted from its earthly tenement, And left this mould a moving, gaping corpse....