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... you infinitely more concern than myself . After a lapse of three years , during which , my little bark , fanned by plea- sant and prosperous breezes , has sailed , more than once , securely into port ; I again commit it to the.
... you infinitely more concern than myself . After a lapse of three years , during which , my little bark , fanned by plea- sant and prosperous breezes , has sailed , more than once , securely into port ; I again commit it to the.
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... are seldom read twice . I shall be perfectly content , if mine are read once ; especially by a critic as ingenuous and indulgent as the one in question . own . the long chain of incidents , which now form the xiv PREFACE TO.
... are seldom read twice . I shall be perfectly content , if mine are read once ; especially by a critic as ingenuous and indulgent as the one in question . own . the long chain of incidents , which now form the xiv PREFACE TO.
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... once started , I found it impossible to halt . Animated by kindred enthusiasm , I cleared every obstacle in my path , with as much facility as Turpin disposed of the impediments that beset his flight . In his company , I mounted the ...
... once started , I found it impossible to halt . Animated by kindred enthusiasm , I cleared every obstacle in my path , with as much facility as Turpin disposed of the impediments that beset his flight . In his company , I mounted the ...
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... once very learned in such matters , and , gravely shaking his head , he asked , ' Are you sure that the writer of this book has never been one of the Family ? ' " This question we think quite as conclusive as the old housekeeper's ...
... once very learned in such matters , and , gravely shaking his head , he asked , ' Are you sure that the writer of this book has never been one of the Family ? ' " This question we think quite as conclusive as the old housekeeper's ...
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... once took root , And richly fed , within its bed , strong suckers forth did shoot . X. From year to year fresh boughs appear it waxes huge in size ; And , with wild glee , this prodigy Sir Ranulph grim espies . One day , when he ...
... once took root , And richly fed , within its bed , strong suckers forth did shoot . X. From year to year fresh boughs appear it waxes huge in size ; And , with wild glee , this prodigy Sir Ranulph grim espies . One day , when he ...
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Alan Rookwood amongst answered appearance asked Barbara beauty behold Black Bess blood brother canting crew Carrion Crow Checkley coffin countenance cried Luke curse dark Davenham dead devil Dick Turpin door ears echoed Eleanor Mowbray exclaimed eyes father fear followed gazed gentleman gibbet gipsy glance ground hall hand Handassah hath head hear heard heart 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 Paterson patrico Peter Bradley pistol priest Ranulph Rookwood Rapparees REDMOND O'HANLON replied Coates replied Luke replied Ranulph returned road Rook rushed scarcely sexton shouted silence Sir Luke Rookwood Sir Piers's Sir Ranulph Sir Reginald smile song soul steed stood stream Sybil tell thee thing thou thought Titus Toft Tom King tone tree Tyrconnel vault voice whisper word Zoroaster
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Page 150 - have a snap at you, at all hazards," cried Coates, springing suddenly towards him. " And I at you," said Turpin, discharging his pistol right in the face of the rash attorney — " there's a quittance in full." BOOK III. THE GIPSY. Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear, From my hour
Page 350 - CAWOOD FERRY. The sight renewed my courser's feet, A moment, staggering feebly fleet, A moment, with a faint low neigh, He answered, and then fell. With gasps and glazing eyes he lay, And reeking limbs immoveable,— His first, and last career
Page 324 - Dauphin. I will not change my horse with any that treads but on four pasterns. Ca, ha! He bounds from the earth, as if his entrails were hairs;
Page 324 - the earth sings when he touches it: the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
Page 233 - Well, go thy ways, old Nick Machiavel, there will never be the peer of thee for wholesome policy and good counsel: thou took'st pains to chalk men out the dark paths and hidden plots of murther and deceit, and no man has the grace to follow
Page 117 - that a stone with a hole in it hung at the bed's head will prevent the Night-Mare ; and is therefore called a hag-stone " The belief in this charm still lingers in some districts, and maintains, like the
Page 323 - on right and left, how fast, Each forest, grove, and bower; On right and left, fled past, how fast, Each city, town, and tower. CHAPTER XXXIX. BLACK
Page 324 - cheval volant, the Pegasus qui a les narines defeu ! When I bestride him I soar. I am a hawk : the earth sings when he touches it: the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
Page 305 - prompt to charge or caress, Now is she not beautiful ? — bonny Black Bess ! V. Over highway and byeway, in rough and smooth weather, Some thousands of miles have we journeyed together; Our couch the same straw, and our meal the same mess, No couple more constant than I and Black Bess!
Page 84 - husband Now he owes nature nothing. Man. And look upon this creature as his wife. Is dead. Vit. Cor. Oh, he's a happy husband ! She comes not like a widow — she comes armed With scorn and impudence. Is this a mourning habit