Rookwood [by W.H. Ainsworth]. Revised. By W.H. Ainsworth |
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... speak . His voice was harsh and grating as a rusty hinge . " Another glass ? " said he , pouring out a modicum of the pale fluid . His companion shook his head . " It will keep out the cold , " continued the sexton , pressing the liquid ...
... speak . His voice was harsh and grating as a rusty hinge . " Another glass ? " said he , pouring out a modicum of the pale fluid . His companion shook his head . " It will keep out the cold , " continued the sexton , pressing the liquid ...
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... Speak not of them in the same breath , if you would not have me invoke curses on the dead ! I have no reverence ( whatever you may have ) for the seducer for the murderer of my mother . " " You have choice store of epithets , in sooth ...
... Speak not of them in the same breath , if you would not have me invoke curses on the dead ! I have no reverence ( whatever you may have ) for the seducer for the murderer of my mother . " " You have choice store of epithets , in sooth ...
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... Luke , grasping the shoulder of the man of graves with such force as nearly to annihilate him . " Speak , or I will strangle you . She died , you say , in her sleep ? ” " She did so , " replied the sexton , THE VAULT . 9.
... Luke , grasping the shoulder of the man of graves with such force as nearly to annihilate him . " Speak , or I will strangle you . She died , you say , in her sleep ? ” " She did so , " replied the sexton , THE VAULT . 9.
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... speak here , hard by , in the hollow . Peace ! master , speak low . Nouns ! if I do not hear a bow go off , and the buck bray , I never heard deer in my life . Bri . Stand , or I'll shoot . Sir Arthur . Who's there ? Bri . I am the ...
... speak here , hard by , in the hollow . Peace ! master , speak low . Nouns ! if I do not hear a bow go off , and the buck bray , I never heard deer in my life . Bri . Stand , or I'll shoot . Sir Arthur . Who's there ? Bri . I am the ...
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... speaking of the licence ndulged in by the modern landscape gardeners , thus vents his indignation : - But here , once more , ye rural muses weep The ivy'd balustrade , and terrace steep ; Walls , mellowed into harmony by time , On which ...
... speaking of the licence ndulged in by the modern landscape gardeners , thus vents his indignation : - But here , once more , ye rural muses weep The ivy'd balustrade , and terrace steep ; Walls , mellowed into harmony by time , On which ...
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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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第 150 頁 - 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
第 350 頁 - 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
第 324 頁 - 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;
第 324 頁 - the earth sings when he touches it: the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
第 233 頁 - 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
第 117 頁 - 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
第 323 頁 - 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
第 324 頁 - 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.
第 305 頁 - 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!
第 84 頁 - 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