Quentin Durward

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Macmillan, 1905 - English fiction - 529 pages

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Page 195 - I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Page 492 - And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far, far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores ; and if his fellow spake, His voice was thin...
Page 498 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Page 1 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury...
Page 44 - The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day, Sits hush'd his partner nigh ; Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, But where is County Guy ? " The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear ; To beauty shy, by lattice...
Page 220 - While many a merry tale, and many a song, Cheer'd the rough road, we wish'd the rough road long. The rough road then, returning in a round, Mock'd our impatient steps, for all was fairy ground.
Page 354 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 450 - The wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still still on hope relies, And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering ' taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way; And still the darker grows the night Emits a brighter ray.
Page 519 - And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar...
Page 121 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.

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