Woodstock; Or, The Cavalier: A Tale of the Year Sixteen Hundred and Fifty-one, Volume 3

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Archibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; and Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, London., 1826 - 370 pages

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Page 136 - A wonderful and horrible thing is committed in the land; The prophets prophesy falsely, and the priests bear rule by their means; and my people love to have it so: and what will ye do in the end thereof (Jer.5:22-31).
Page 84 - ... were beginning on some of the trees to exhibit the varied tints of autumn ; it being the season when nature, like a prodigal...
Page 14 - Which being tossed with the air Had force to strike his foe with fear, And turn his weapon from him. Himself he on an ear-wig set, Yet scarce he on his back could get, So oft and high he did curvet Ere he himself could settle. He made him turn, and stop, and bound, To gallop, and to trot the round; He scarce could stand on any ground, He was so full of mettle.
Page 25 - Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err, there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night...
Page 309 - Art not thou that Egyptian, which before these days madest an uproar, and leddest out into the wilderness four thousand men that were murderers...
Page 28 - John Milton !" exclaimed Sir Henry in astonishment — " What ! John Milton, the blasphemous and bloody-minded author of the Defensio Populi Anglicani .'—the advocate of the infernal High Court of Fiends ! — the creature and parasite of that grand impostor, that loathsome hypocrite, that detestable monster, that prodigy of the universe, that disgrace of mankind, that landscape of iniquity, that sink of sin, and that compendium of baseness, Oliver Cromwell !"
Page 24 - O, welcome, pure-eyed faith, white-handed hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings, And thou unblemish'd form of chastity! I see ye visibly, and now believe That he, the Supreme Good, to whom all things ill Are but as slavish officers of vengeance, Would send a glistering guardian, if need were.

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