Waverley Novels: Kenilworth. The pirate

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R. Cadell, 1844
 

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Seite 8 - THE dews of summer night did fall; The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby.
Seite 143 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all armed : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 501 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
Seite 337 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Seite 164 - Lawn as white as driven snow ; Cyprus black as e'er was crow...
Seite 119 - Their discourse was here interrupted by one of the band of Pensioners. " I was sent," said he, after looking at them attentively, " to a gentleman who hath no cloak, or a muddy one. — You, sir, I think," addressing the younger cavalier, " are the man ; you will please to follow me.
Seite 534 - A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Seite 377 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Seite 9 - s their estate ; To smile for joy than sigh for woe— To be content — than to be great. " How far less blest am I than them ? Daily to pine and waste with care ! Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air. " Nor, cruel Earl ! can I enjoy The humble charms of solitude ; Your minions proud my peace destroy, By sullen frowns or pratings rude. " Last night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess,...
Seite 118 - I told you as much before," said Blount; "do, I pray you, my dear Walter, let us take boat and return." " Not till I see the Queen come forth," returned the youth composedly.

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