Rookwood: A RomanceG. Routledge, 1849 - 338 pages |
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... cried Luke , impetuously , " you need not boast of the connexion ! ' Tis not for you , old man , to couple their names together to exult in your daughter's disgrace and your own dishonour . Shame ! shame ! Speak not of them in the same ...
... cried Luke , impetuously , " you need not boast of the connexion ! ' Tis not for you , old man , to couple their names together to exult in your daughter's disgrace and your own dishonour . Shame ! shame ! Speak not of them in the same ...
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... cried Luke ; " anger me not , or look to yourself . In a word , have you anything to tell me respect- ing her ? if not , let me be gone . " " I have . But I will not be hurried by a boy like you , " replied Peter , doggedly . " Go , if ...
... cried Luke ; " anger me not , or look to yourself . In a word , have you anything to tell me respect- ing her ? if not , let me be gone . " " I have . But I will not be hurried by a boy like you , " replied Peter , doggedly . " Go , if ...
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... cried he , " to whom my agony is derision -my despair a source of enjoyment - beneath whose withering glance my spirit shrinks - who , with half - expressed insinuations , tortures my soul , awakening fancies that goad me on to dark and ...
... cried he , " to whom my agony is derision -my despair a source of enjoyment - beneath whose withering glance my spirit shrinks - who , with half - expressed insinuations , tortures my soul , awakening fancies that goad me on to dark and ...
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... cried Luke , as a dead body , clothed in all the hideous apparel of the tomb , rolled forth to his feet . " It is your mother's corpse , " answered the sexton , coldly ; " I brought you hither to behold it . But you have anticipated my ...
... cried Luke , as a dead body , clothed in all the hideous apparel of the tomb , rolled forth to his feet . " It is your mother's corpse , " answered the sexton , coldly ; " I brought you hither to behold it . But you have anticipated my ...
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... cried the sexton , leaping from the coffin - lid with an agility that did him honour . " Is aught between us ? ” " I will discharge my gun . Its flash will light us . " " Do so , " hastily rejoined Peter . " But not in this direction ...
... cried the sexton , leaping from the coffin - lid with an agility that did him honour . " Is aught between us ? ” " I will discharge my gun . Its flash will light us . " " Do so , " hastily rejoined Peter . " But not in this direction ...
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Ainsworth Alan Rookwood amongst answered appeared arms asked Barbara beauty Black Bess blood bride brother Canting Crew Carrion Crow Checkley coffin countenance cried Luke curse dark Davenham dead death devil Dick Turpin door echoed Eleanor Mowbray exclaimed eyes father fear followed gazed gibbet gipsy glance ground hall hand Handassah hath head hear heard highwayman honour horse instant Jack Palmer Jerry knight of Malta Lady Rookwood ladyship laugh look Luke Bradley Luke's Major Mowbray mare mother never night once pals passed Paterson patrico Peter Bradley pistol priest Ranulph Rookwood Rapparees replied Coates replied Luke returned Rook rushed scarcely seemed sexton shouted silent Sir Luke Rookwood Sir Piers's Sir Ranulph Sir Reginald song steed stood stream Sybil thee thou thought Titus Tom King tone tree Tyrconnel uttered vault voice wild WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH words Zoroaster
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Page xxxii - That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorn'd in Heaven, though little noticed here.
Page 127 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Page xxvi - You shall swear by custom of confession, That you ne.er made nuptial transgression ; Nor since you were married man and wife, By household brawls or contentious strife, Or otherwise at bed or at board, Offended each other in deed or in word ; Or since the parish clerk said Amen...
Page 295 - It is done — it is won," cried Dick. Hurrah, hurrah !" And the sunny air was cleft with his shouts. Bess was not insensible to her master's exultation. She neighed feebly in answer to his call, and reeled forwards. It was a piteous sight to see her, — to mark her staring, protruding eyeball, — her shaking flanks ; but, while life and limb held together, she held on. Another mile is past. York is near. " Hurrah ! " shouted Dick ; but his voice was hushed. Bess tottered — fell. There was a...
Page 278 - All that are desirous to pass from London to York," continues the advertisement, " or from York to London, or any other place on that road, let them repair to the Black Swan in Holborn, in London, or to the Black Swan in Coney Street, in York.
Page 266 - ... his pursuers. Coates and Titus he utterly disregarded ; but Paterson was a more formidable foe, and he well knew that he had to deal with a man of experience and resolution. It was then, for the first time, that the thoughts of executing his extraordinary ride to York first flashed across him ; his bosom throbbed high with rapture, and he involuntarily exclaimed aloud, as he raised himself in the saddle, "By God! I will do it!
Page 312 - s chamber found his grace All on a cold sweat, alter'd much in face And language: since which apparition, He hath grown worse and worse, and I much fear He cannot live.
Page 296 - leave Bess to me." Possessing himself of the wallet, Dick disappeared in the adjoining copse. He had not been gone many seconds when Major Mowbray rode up. "Who is this? " exclaimed the major, flinging himself from his horse, and seizing the patrico: "this is not Turpin.
Page 272 - Bess started forward at a pace which few horses could have equalled, and scarcely any have sustained so long. Even Dick, accustomed as he was to her magnificent action, felt electrified at the speed with which he was borne along. " Bravo ! bravo ! shouted he ; " hark away, Bess ! " The deep and solemn woods through which they were rushing rang with his shouts and the sharp rattle of Bess...
Page 116 - And I can assure you, friend, there's a great deal of address and good manners in robbing a lady; I am the most a gentleman that way that ever travelled the road.