The Life and Times of Prince Charles Stuart, Count of Albany, Commonly Called the Young Pretender, 第 2 卷

Chapman & Hall, 1875 - 342 頁

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第 49 頁 - While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate Within my filial breast shall beat ; And, spite of her insulting foe, My sympathizing verse shall flow : " Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn " Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn.
第 49 頁 - The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath; The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend, And stretch'd beneath the inclement skies Weeps o'er her tender babes and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins. And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate Within my filial breast shall beat...
第 64 頁 - The judgment of the law is, and this high court doth award, that you William Earl of Kilmarnock, George Earl of Cromarty, and Arthur Lord Balmerino, and every of you, return to the prison of the Tower, from whence you came ; from thence you must be drawn to the place of execution ; when you come there, you must be hanged by the neck ; but not till you are dead...
第 57 頁 - I AM this moment come from the conclusion of the greatest and most melancholy scene I ever yet saw ! you will easily guess it was the trials of the rebel Lords. As it was the most interesting sight, it was the most solemn and fine : a coronation is a puppet-show, and all the splendour of it idle ; but this sight at once feasted one's eyes and engaged all one's passions.
第 98 頁 - Prince had told her the sense he would always retain of so conspicuous a service. She promised to acquaint us next day, when things were ripe for execution, and we parted for the mountains of Coradale.
第 115 頁 - Had I gold and silver piled heaps upon heaps to the bulk of yon huge mountain, that mass could not afford me half the satisfaction I find in my own breast from doing what I have done.
第 41 頁 - The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war, Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life. Thy swains are...
第 97 頁 - O'Sullivan remaining with the boatmen. At nightfall, we marched towards Benbecula, being informed Scott had ordered the militia to come and join him. At midnight we came to a hut, where, by good fortune, we met with Miss Flora MacDonald, whom I formerly knew. I quitted the Prince at some distance from the hut, and went with a design to inform myself if the independent companies were to pass that way next day, as we had been informed.
第 249 頁 - I am persuaded we should gain ground as to everything, were it not for the nasty botle, that goes on but too much, and certainly must at last kill him.
第 88 頁 - When Donald was asked, if ever the Prince used to give any particular toast, when they were taking a cup of cold water, or the like ; he said that the Prince very often drank to the Black Eye — by which, said Donald, he meant the second daughter of France, and I never heard him name any particular health but that alone. When he spoke of that lady — which he did frequently — he appeared to be more than ordinarily well pleased.