Tales of a lay brother. Neville's cross1844 |
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... took in at a glance the scene before me . Two stunted yew - trees , almost black with age , flanked the entrance to what seemed a subterranean dwelling . Over that entrance , where the rock had manifestly been smoothed for the purpose ...
... took in at a glance the scene before me . Two stunted yew - trees , almost black with age , flanked the entrance to what seemed a subterranean dwelling . Over that entrance , where the rock had manifestly been smoothed for the purpose ...
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... took the manuscript . " Yonder moon is barely six days old , " he resumed , and pointed to her crescent in the evening sky ; " when the sixth moon from this present date shall wax seven days . old , I shall look for thee again . " I was ...
... took the manuscript . " Yonder moon is barely six days old , " he resumed , and pointed to her crescent in the evening sky ; " when the sixth moon from this present date shall wax seven days . old , I shall look for thee again . " I was ...
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... took the manuscript . " Yonder moon is barely six days old , " he resumed , and pointed to her crescent in the evening sky ; " when the sixth moon from this present date shall wax seven days old , I shall look for thee again . " I was ...
... took the manuscript . " Yonder moon is barely six days old , " he resumed , and pointed to her crescent in the evening sky ; " when the sixth moon from this present date shall wax seven days old , I shall look for thee again . " I was ...
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... took off his helmet , as he approached . The moonbeams glancing athwart the veteran's silver locks and wrinkled brows , fell full on the pale fea- tures of his guilty companion , the awful flashing of whose eye , and the dark outline of ...
... took off his helmet , as he approached . The moonbeams glancing athwart the veteran's silver locks and wrinkled brows , fell full on the pale fea- tures of his guilty companion , the awful flashing of whose eye , and the dark outline of ...
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... took the leap . He rescued the maid from the watery abyss - but had he rescued in time to save her ? He tried to read life on her inanimate features , but it was not there . As she hung over his arm , he cleared away her dishevelled ...
... took the leap . He rescued the maid from the watery abyss - but had he rescued in time to save her ? He tried to read life on her inanimate features , but it was not there . As she hung over his arm , he cleared away her dishevelled ...
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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?