Montrose and Covenanters: Their Characters and Conduct, Illustrated from Private Letters and Other Original Documents Hitherto Unpublished, Embracing the Times of Charles the First, from the Rise of the Troubles in Scotland, to the Death of Montrose, 2. kötet

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J. Duncan, 1838

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358. oldal - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.
471. oldal - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
294. oldal - Their habit is — shoes, with but one sole apiece ; stockings (which they call short hose), made of a warm stuff of diverse colours, which they call tartan ; as for breeches, many of them, nor their forefathers, never wore any, but a jerkin of the same stuff that their hose is of, their garters being bands or wreaths of hay or straw ; with a plaid about their shoulders, which is a mantle of diverse colours, much finer and lighter stuff than...
481. oldal - Mine eyes shall be upon the faithful of the land, that they may dwell with me : he that walketh in a perfect way, he shall serve me.
520. oldal - I'd weep the world to such a strain That it should deluge once again. But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies More from Briareus' hands, than Argus' eyes, I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds, And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds.
573. oldal - Let them bestow on every airth a limb, Then open all my veins, that I may swim To thee, my Maker ! in that crimson lake ; Then place my parboiled head upon a stake — Scatter my ashes — strew them in the air ; Lord ! since thou knowest where all these atoms are, I'm hopeful thou'lt recover once my dust, And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.
546. oldal - I'll sound no trumpet as I wont, Nor march by tuck of drum ; But hold my arms, like ensigns, up, Thy falsehood to deplore, And bitterly will sigh and weep, And never love thee more. I'll do with thee as Nero did When Rome was...
568. oldal - Which way to scale the wall; Nor balls of wildfire love consume The shrine which I adore ; For if such smoke about thee fume, I'll never love thee more.
567. oldal - That puts it not unto the touch, To win or lose it all. But I must rule and govern still And always give the law, And have each subject at my will, And all to stand in awe.
568. oldal - My case, and read the reason why I can love thee no more. The golden laws of love shall be Upon this pillar hung, — A simple heart, a single eye, A true and constant tongue. Let no man for more love pretend Than he has hearts in store; True love begun shall never end : Love one and love no more. Then shall thy heart be set by mine, But in far different case; For mine was true, so was not thine, But look't like Janus

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