Rookwood: A Romance, Volum 2

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Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1834
 

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Pàgina 144 - All that are desirous to pass from London to York, or from York to London, or any other place on that Road; let them Repair to the Black Swan...
Pàgina 120 - By moonlight, in darkness, by night or by day, Her headlong career there is nothing can stay ; She cares not for distance, she knows not distress : Can you show me a courser to match with Black Bess...
Pàgina 75 - Domine, hunc annulum, quern nos in tuo nomine benedicimus, ^ ut quae eum gestaverit, fidelitatem integram suo sponso tenens, in pace et voluntate tua permaneat, atque in mutua caritate semper vivat. Per Christum Dominum nostrum.
Pàgina 138 - ... for strength than beauty, and yet she was beautiful. Look at that elegant little head — those thin tapering ears, closely placed together, that broad snorting nostril which seems to snuff the gale with disdain — that eye, glowing and large as the diamond of Giamschid ! — Is she not beautiful? Behold her paces ! how gracefully she moves ! She is off! — no eagle on the wing could skim the air more swiftly.
Pàgina 26 - Pliny informeth, when they intended to take up the root of this plant, they took the wind thereof, and with a sword describing three circles about it, they digged it up, looking toward the west.
Pàgina 164 - He reached the water's edge, and hailed the ferry-boat, which was then on the other side of the river. At that instant a loud shout smote his ear; it was the halloo of his pursuers. Despair was in his look. He shouted to the boatman, and bade him pull fast. The man obeyed ; but he had to breast a strong stream, and had a lazy bark, and heavy sculls to contend with. He had scarcely left the shore, when another shout was raised from the pursuers. The tramp of their steeds grew louder and louder. The...
Pàgina 165 - ... air was cleft with his shouts. Bess was not insensible to her master's exultation. She neighed feebly in answer to his call, and reeled forwards. It was a piteous sight to see her, — to mark her staring, protruding eyeball, — her shaking flanks ; but, while life and limb held together, she held on. Another mile is past. York is near. "Hurrah!
Pàgina 121 - said he " You shall swing for this job, as you live d'ye see;" I laughed at his threats and his vows of redress, I was sure of an alibi then with Black Bess. * The road was a hollow, a...
Pàgina 142 - ... a burning delirium. Its choicest juices have no inspiration like this. Its fumes are slow and heady. This is ethereal, transporting. His blood spins through his veins; winds round his heart; mounts to his brain. Away! away! He is wild with joy. Hall, cot, tree, tower, glade, mead, waste, or woodland, are seen, passed, left behind, and vanish as in a dream. Motion is...
Pàgina 166 - leave Bess to me." Possessing himself of the wallet, Dick disappeared in the adjoining copse. He had not been gone many seconds when Major Mowbray rode up. " Who is this ? " exclaimed the major, flinging himself from his horse, and seizing the patrico : "this is not Turpin.

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