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... his doom . But you shall hear the legend . And in a strange sepulchral tone , not inappropriate , however , to his subject , Peter chanted the following ballad : — THE LEGEND OF THE LIME - TREE . I. Amid B 3 THE VAULT . 5.
... his doom . But you shall hear the legend . And in a strange sepulchral tone , not inappropriate , however , to his subject , Peter chanted the following ballad : — THE LEGEND OF THE LIME - TREE . I. Amid B 3 THE VAULT . 5.
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... tone that he attempted to solicit his grandson's attention . " I will hear nothing more , " interrupted Luke , and the vaulted chamber rang with his passionate lamentations . " Am I the sport of this mocking fiend ? " cried he , " to ...
... tone that he attempted to solicit his grandson's attention . " I will hear nothing more , " interrupted Luke , and the vaulted chamber rang with his passionate lamentations . " Am I the sport of this mocking fiend ? " cried he , " to ...
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... tone which betrayed more emotion than was his wont . " " T is the bewilder- ment of fancy . she will never stir again . " And he shaded the candle with his hand , so as to throw the light full upon the face of the corpse . It was ...
... tone which betrayed more emotion than was his wont . " " T is the bewilder- ment of fancy . she will never stir again . " And he shaded the candle with his hand , so as to throw the light full upon the face of the corpse . It was ...
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... tone of extreme astonishment . 66 ' Ay , " replied Peter , " from her you may learn all particu- lars . You have now seen what remains of your mother . You are in possession of the secret of your birth . The path is be- fore you , and ...
... tone of extreme astonishment . 66 ' Ay , " replied Peter , " from her you may learn all particu- lars . You have now seen what remains of your mother . You are in possession of the secret of your birth . The path is be- fore you , and ...
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... tone ; " the hawks are upon us , and we must leave this brave buck to take care of himself . Curse him , who'd a'thought of Hugh Badger's quitting his bed to- night ? Respect for his late master might have kept him quiet the night ...
... tone ; " the hawks are upon us , and we must leave this brave buck to take care of himself . Curse him , who'd a'thought of Hugh Badger's quitting his bed to- night ? Respect for his late master might have kept him quiet the night ...
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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