Cava of Toledo: Or, The Gothic Princess. A Romance ...

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A. K. Newman and Company, 1818
 

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Pàgina 58 - On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of chance below; And now and then a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.
Pàgina 90 - Starno designed their death. He gave the feast of shells. Fingal, who doubted the foe, kept on his arms of steel. The sons of death were afraid : They fled from the eyes of the king. The voice of sprightly mirth arose. The trembling harps of joy were strung. Bards sung the battle of heroes: they sung the heaving breast of love. Ullin, Fingal's bard, was there: the sweet voice of resounding Cona. He praised the daughter\>f Lochlin ; and Morven's* highdescended chief.
Pàgina 45 - Who is that dim, by their side? the night has covered her beauty. Her hair sighs on ocean's wind; her robe streams in dusky wreaths. She is like the fair spirit of heaven, in the midst of his shadowy mist.
Pàgina 92 - They are the sons of future times. Their voice shall be heard in other years ; after the kings of Temora have failed. We came forth at the words of the chief. We saw him in his strength. He was like thy youth, O Fingal ! when thou first didst lift the spear. His face was like the plain of the sun, when it is bright. No darkness travelled over his brow.
Pàgina 1 - He lighted me, no harmless beam, to glitter on his streams. Like meteors, I was bright, but I blasted the foes of Suran-dronlo." Nor unconcerned heard Sul-malla, the praise of Cathmor of shields. He was within her soul, like a fire in secret heath, which awakes at the voice of the blast, and sends its beam abroad. Amidst the song removed the daughter of kings, like the voice of a summer-breeze ; when it lifts the heads of flowers-, and curls the lakes and streams.
Pàgina 83 - bring not her memory to my mind. My soul must melt at the remembrance. My eyes must have their tears. Pale in the earth is she, the softly-blushing fair of my love! but sit thou on the heath, O bard! and let us hear thy voice. It is pleasant as the gale of spring, that sighs on the hunter's ear; when he awakens from dreams of joy, and...
Pàgina 198 - I will be satisfied : deny me this, And an eternal curse fall on you ! Let me know :— Why sinks that cauldron? and what noise is this? 1st Witch, i [Hautboys. 2nd Witch. [ Shew! 3rd Witch. ) All. Shew his eyes, and grieve his heart ; Come like shadows, so depart.
Pàgina 68 - English very well, and thus he knew the meaning of all that the ladies had been saying ; and he was too well acquainted with human nature not to know that the end of such a consultation and deliberation as that would be the purchase of the bracelet, and was therefore not at all disposed to abate the price.

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