The Outlaw, Bind 1R. Bentley, 1835 |
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Side 21
... uncle , you did not think me awake , much less dressed , by this time , did you ? " she inquired , while gather- ing her hair from off her shoulders , and confining it in a net of green and gold : " but I had made up my mind to rout out ...
... uncle , you did not think me awake , much less dressed , by this time , did you ? " she inquired , while gather- ing her hair from off her shoulders , and confining it in a net of green and gold : " but I had made up my mind to rout out ...
Side 22
... uncle's figure till it was completely lost beneath the spreading trees , she turned to her mirror to finish the arrangement of her dress - a duty rarely omitted by a girl of any age . She might have been pardoned for the smile that ...
... uncle's figure till it was completely lost beneath the spreading trees , she turned to her mirror to finish the arrangement of her dress - a duty rarely omitted by a girl of any age . She might have been pardoned for the smile that ...
Side 25
... uncle's wife ? You are mad , or worse . Alice ! Alice ! those who throw the first stone should look that their hands be clean , and their hearts pure . " Had a thunderbolt struck Alice Murrough she could not have been more suddenly ...
... uncle's wife ? You are mad , or worse . Alice ! Alice ! those who throw the first stone should look that their hands be clean , and their hearts pure . " Had a thunderbolt struck Alice Murrough she could not have been more suddenly ...
Side 26
... uncle's call - he is impatient of my tardiness - you will have the cake ready for my breakfast ? " The woman looked up . " Where are you going ? " " Only to see my uncle take the kingfisher's nest from the Torrent of Lilies ...
... uncle's call - he is impatient of my tardiness - you will have the cake ready for my breakfast ? " The woman looked up . " Where are you going ? " " Only to see my uncle take the kingfisher's nest from the Torrent of Lilies ...
Side 37
... uncle - which signified that she was left to her own direction in all other things , so she accom- panied him in his morning rambles , and played his favourite airs on the harpsichord in the evening . Sir Everard cared but little how ...
... uncle - which signified that she was left to her own direction in all other things , so she accom- panied him in his morning rambles , and played his favourite airs on the harpsichord in the evening . Sir Everard cared but little how ...
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abbess Alice Murrough Basil Sydney Beaulieu Beaulieu Abbey beautiful beneath birds blessed blood blushing bosom brow Brown called Captain Sydney Catholic cheek child Cicely cloak countenance creature Cuthbert Raymond dear Dreadnought exclaimed eyes faith farthingale Father Edmund Father Frank favourite feelings fellow forest geant gentle girl hand heard heart heaven holy honour Hounslow inquired Jemmings king knew Lady Churchill Lady Sydney laugh lips looked Lord Churchill maiden Major Raymond Margaret Mary's Master Basil methinks mind Mistress Rosalind morning mother nature never night nurse Outlaw passed pause poor Rosalind pray Rachel Rachel Brown Ralph replied Rosalind Sydney sergeant Sir Everard Sydney sister sleep smile Snap'em soldiers speak spirit spoke Spritsail stood strange Sydney Pleasance Sydney's tell thee thing thought tion trees truth turned uncle voice wild William of Nassau William Penn window woman young lady youth
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Side 150 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Side 68 - Now let them drink till they nod and wink, Even as good fellows should do ; They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to ; And all poor souls that have...
Side 68 - I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare ; Both foot and hand go cold ; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old.
Side 11 - GARDEN How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their incessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow-verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all the flowers and trees do close To weave the garlands of Repose.
Side 148 - God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath: yet much remains To conquer still; Peace hath her victories « No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
Side 39 - The world had never taken so full note Of what thou art, hadst thou not been undone, And only thy affliction hath begot More fame than thy best fortunes could have done ; For ever by adversity are wrought The greatest works of admiration ; And all the fair examples of renown Out of distress and misery are grown.
Side 209 - Our fault is, we are apt to be mighty hot upon speculative errors, and break all bounds in our resentments ; but we let practical ones pass without remark, if not without repentance : as if a mistake about an obscure proposition of faith were a greater evil than the breach of an undoubted precept. Such a religion the devils themselves are not without ; for they have both faith and knowledge: but their faith doth not work by love, nor their knowledge by obedie"nce.
Side 68 - And Tib, my wife, that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek, Full oft drinks she till ye may see The tears run down her cheek : Then doth she trowl to me the bowl Even as a maltworm should, And saith, " Sweetheart, I took my part Of this jolly good ale and old.
Side 11 - How vainly men themselves amaze, To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their incessant labours see Crowned from some single herb, or tree, Whose short and narrow-verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all the flowers and trees do close, To weave the garlands of Repose ! Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but...
Side 147 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...