Craven Derby: Or, The Lordship by Tenure, Includes The Ladye of the Rose: an Historical Legend, Relating to the Great Founder of the Noble House of Darbye ...

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Merric Smith, 1833
 

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Page 39 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome ; A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The grave stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets ; Stars shone with trains of fire, dews of blood fell, Disasters veil'd the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
Page 155 - May Heaven inspire some fierce gigantic Dane To give a bold defiance to our host ! Before he speaks it out, I will accept, — Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die!
Page 93 - You have given him dominion over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen, and also the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, whatever passes along the paths of the sea.
Page 155 - Altho' his son has found a nobler father. Eventful day! how hast thou chang'd my state! Once on the cold, and winter shaded side Of a bleak hill, mischance had rooted me, Never to thrive, child of another soil : Transplanted now to the gay sunny vale, Like the green thorn of May my fortune flowers.
Page 80 - That it is jealousy's peculiar nature To swell small things to great ; nay, out of nought To conjure much, and then to lose its reason Amid the hideous phantoms it has form'd. Alon. Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them all To be deceived. I fear 'tis doomsday with me.
Page 107 - Love calls for love. Not all the pride of beauty, Those eyes that tell us what the sun is made of, Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life, Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt ; All these, possessed, are nought but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken heart* Leon.
Page 194 - The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : Fire answers fire ; and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umber'd face : Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear ; and from the tents, The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.
Page 107 - NOT all the pride of Beauty ; Those eyes, that tell us what the Sun is made of; Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with Life ; Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt : All these possest are naught, but as" they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And the rich plunder of a taken Heart.
Page 232 - SHAKSPEARE. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions!
Page x - ... new. The Author of the following pages, fearlessly (though with all due apprehension and caution against the quicksands, and all pre-conceived dangers which he may meet with in his journey, and with becoming deference to his fellow-travellers — his readers) pursues the course which he has taken, looking neither to the right hand nor to the left, and without regard to the path being new, or having been traced before, of which, therefore, he is unconscious of seeing any signs. The mottos, even,...

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