Tales of a lay brother. Neville's cross1844 |
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... tell . may be that I was composing a sonnet to a minnow , which tantalizing little torment of the angler had driven me even to the pro- fane extremity of swearing many times in the course of that day ; or it may be that I was thinking ...
... tell . may be that I was composing a sonnet to a minnow , which tantalizing little torment of the angler had driven me even to the pro- fane extremity of swearing many times in the course of that day ; or it may be that I was thinking ...
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... tell you , once for all , the Lady Helen despises you . " At these words , Hepburn , glancing ire- fully at the hoary chief , whom he had ever regarded with impatient dislike , laid his hand on his sword , and half unsheathing it ...
... tell you , once for all , the Lady Helen despises you . " At these words , Hepburn , glancing ire- fully at the hoary chief , whom he had ever regarded with impatient dislike , laid his hand on his sword , and half unsheathing it ...
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... telling strangers a ' that comes and gaes within thae wa's . It's na canny that ilka pratin ' loon suld ken sic awsome doin's . " Hepburn , no longer able to conceal his agitation , alternately fixed his eyes on De Neville , who was ...
... telling strangers a ' that comes and gaes within thae wa's . It's na canny that ilka pratin ' loon suld ken sic awsome doin's . " Hepburn , no longer able to conceal his agitation , alternately fixed his eyes on De Neville , who was ...
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... tell it . An awfu ' figure sped past that ha ' window . I ' ane o ' his arms he carried my leddy . " The train was again lost . After a long pause , during which the chieftains looked on in silence , the old man rose , and mutter- ing ...
... tell it . An awfu ' figure sped past that ha ' window . I ' ane o ' his arms he carried my leddy . " The train was again lost . After a long pause , during which the chieftains looked on in silence , the old man rose , and mutter- ing ...
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... tell that , my leddy , " answered he , with a deep sigh . " There's been sorry wark the night , an ' muckle con- tention atween Sir William and this auld stranger , a ' alang wi ' your leddyship's daughter . " De Neville started , and ...
... tell that , my leddy , " answered he , with a deep sigh . " There's been sorry wark the night , an ' muckle con- tention atween Sir William and this auld stranger , a ' alang wi ' your leddyship's daughter . " De Neville started , and ...
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afore arms auld Aweel bairn Black Castle Black Chief Blanche blood bluid bosom breast Brother Andrew brow canna cheek Chester-le-Street child companion cried dared dark daughter dinna e'en Edgar Effingham exclaimed father feeling fell felt Finchale frae gang gaze Godsbane Grotto hand Harry Hotspur hear heard heart Heaven Hepburn hero honour Hotspur hour Infirmarian Isabel isna knew Lady Helen Lady Lumley ladyship leddy length Leslie lips look Lord Lumley lordship Lumley Castle maid Maiden Castle mair maun ment mind minstrel monk mother never Neville night Otley Percy Priory Prophetess puir Ravenstonedale replied revenge Rosallin round ruin sallin scarcely seemed seneschal siccan side Sidney sigh silence smile sorrow soul spirit spot stood stranger struck tears tell thae thee there's thou thought tion tower turned voice weel whisper ye'll young youth
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Page 111 - But, see, his face is black, and full of blood ; His eyeballs further out than when he lived, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man ; His hair upreared, his nostrils stretched with struggling ; His hands abroad displayed, as one that grasped And tugged for life, and was by strength subdued.
Page 253 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. — That strain again ! — it had a dying fall : Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, ( Stealing and giving odour !— Enough ; no more ; ( 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
Page 203 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?
Page 73 - Ooze to her skin, and stagnate there to mud, Cased like the centipede in saffron mail, Or darker greenness of the scorpion's scale — (For drawn from reptiles only may we trace Congenial colours in that soul or face) — Look on her features!
Page 141 - Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, And his soul drank their sunbeams: he was girt With strange and dusky aspects; he was not Himself like what he had been; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer...
Page 68 - And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 275 - The Convent bells are ringing, But mournfully and slow ; In the gray square turret swinging, With a deep sound, to and fro. Heavily to the heart they go ! Hark ! the hymn is singing— The song for the dead below, Or the living who shortly shall be so ! For a departing being's soul The death-hymn peals and the hollow bells knoll...
Page 108 - Daughter's dead! Hope of thine age, thy twilight's lonely beam, The Star hath set that shone on Helle's stream. What quench'd its ray? — the blood that thou hast shed! Hark! to the hurried question of Despair: "Where is my child?