Waverley Novels, Volume 40

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Page 221 - 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 139 - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
Page 184 - Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves ; The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed, Imposes silence, with a stilly sound. In such a place as this, at such...
Page 350 - 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 131 - Which, being tossed with the air, Had force to strike his foe with fear, And turn his weapon from him. Himself he on an earwig 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 139 - 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 332 - Wonders of Woodstock." CHAPTER XVT. The King, therefore, for his defence .Against the furious Queen, At Woodstock builded such a bower, As never yet was seen. Most curiously that bower was built. Of stone and timber strong ; An hundred and fifty doors Did to this bower belong : And they so cunningly contrived, With turnings round about, That none but with a clew of thread Could enter in or out.
Page 297 - 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 uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling ; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued.
Page 371 - Yet what can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier...
Page 43 - Lunsford, in particular, it was reported that his favourite food was the flesh of children, and he was painted like an ogre in the act of cutting a child into steaks and broiling them. The colonel fell at the siege of Bristol in 1643, but the same calumny pursued his remains, and the credulous multitude were told, The post who came from Coventry, Riding in a red rocket, Did tidings tell how Lunsford fell, A child's hand in his packet.

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