Sir Rohan's Ghost: A Romance

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J. E. Tilton, 1860 - 352 pàgines

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Pàgina 29 - Mo9a tan fermosa non vi en la frontera, como una vaquera de la Finojosa. Faziendo la vía del Calatraveño a Santa María, vencido del sueño, por tierra fragosa perdí la carrera, do vi la vaquera de la Finojosa.
Pàgina 59 - Choose us out men, and go ' out, fight with Amalek : to-morrow I will stand on the ' top of the hill with the rod of GOD in mine hand.
Pàgina 346 - Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.
Pàgina 4 - At her feet he bowed he fell, he lay down at her feet he bowed, he fell where he bowed, there he fell down dead...
Pàgina 346 - So fashioned a porch with rare device, Archt over head with an embracing vine, Whose bounches hanging downe seemd to entice All passers-by to taste their lushious wine, And did themselves into their hands incline, As freely offering to be gathered ; Some deepe empurpled as the hyacine, Some as the rubine laughing sweetely red, Some like faire emeraudes, not yet well ripened : LV.
Pàgina 7 - ... où va la possibilité. Si l'on entendoit bien la différence qu'il ya entre l'impossible et l'inusité, et entre ce qui est contre l'ordre du cours de nature et contre la commune opinion des hommes, en ne croyant pas témérairement, ny aussi ne descroyant pas facilement, on observeroit la règle de Rien trop, commandée par Chilon.
Pàgina 26 - But the sea, it fell a-moaning, And the white gulls rocked thereon; And the young moon dropped from heaven, And the lights hid one by one. All silently their glances Slipped down the cruel sea, And wait ! cried the night and wind and storm,— Wait, till I come to thee!
Pàgina 346 - Withall she laughed, and she blusht withall, That blushing to her laughter gave more grace, And laughter to her blushing, as did fall. Now when they...
Pàgina 27 - I sung, my true love! Come hasten home to me! But the sea, it fell a-moaning, And the white gulls rocked thereon; And the young moon dropped from heaven, And the lights hid one by one. All silently their glances Slipped down the cruel...

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