The Romance of War: Or, The Highlanders in Spain, 1. ciltH. Colburn, 1846 |
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Albuquerque Alice Lisle Alister Almendralejo appeared arms auld Balthazzar beheld bivouac blood bonnet brave brother bushes Campbell cavalry cheek chield Cifuentes claymore comrades condé cried Ronald D'Erlon dare dark Don Alvaro Donna Catalina Evan Iverach exclaimed eyes fair Fassifern father feeling fellow fierce fire flashed French glittering Gordon Highlanders Guadiana hand hear heard heart Heaven honour horse hour Inchavon Inesella lady Lazaro light loch Lochisla look Lord Wellington Louis Macdonald Maister Majorga Merida morning muleteer musquet Narvaez Nava never night noble senor officer pale passed Pedro Gomez Perthshire piob mhor piper poor puir regiment replied Ronald retire rock Ronald Stuart round ruins San Juan scarcely senor shot Sir Allan Lisle Sir Rowland Sir Rowland Hill smile soldier Spain Spaniard Spanish strange stream street sword temptin thought tone tower troops Truxillo voice watched wild wood wound yonder young
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Sayfa 109 - And lighten glimmering Xanthus with their rays ; The long reflections of the distant fires Gleam on the walls, and tremble on the spires. A thousand piles the dusky horrors gild, And shoot a shady lustre o'er the field. Full fifty guards each flaming pile attend, Whose umber'd arms by fits thick flashes send ; Loud neigh the coursers o'er their heaps of corn, And ardent warriors wait the rising morn.
Sayfa 157 - Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes — that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been...
Sayfa 208 - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so, A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe ; But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.
Sayfa 178 - Scotland ! much I love thy tranquil dales ; But most on Sabbath eve, when low the sun Slants through the upland copse, 'tis my delight, Wandering, and stopping oft," to hear the song Of kindred praise arise from humble roofs ; Or, when the simple service ends, to hear The lifted latch, and mark the grey-haired man, The father and the priest, walk forth alone Into his garden-plat, or little field, To commune with his God in secret prayer...
Sayfa 128 - ... to the bold a friend. Mean-time the virgin flies, or seems to fly, Swift as a Scythian arrow cleaves the sky : Still more and more the youth her charms admires. The race itself t
Sayfa 92 - Marched forth with nerve and sinews bent to slay, A human Hydra, issuing from its fen To breathe destruction on its winding way, Whose heads were heroes, which cut off in vain Immediately in others grew again.
Sayfa 168 - The woods, the fountains, and the flowery ground. As you are beauteous, were you half so true, Here could I live, and love, and die with only you. Now I to fighting fields am sent afar, And strive in winter camps with toils of war ; While you, (alas, that I should find it so !) To shun my sight, your native soil forego, And climb the frozen Alps, and tread the eternal snow.
Sayfa 170 - ... Yes, now I breathed free, although in the land of despotism ; but, be it remembered, it was also the land of harems. Months rolled on. I used sometimes to see the English newspapers at the houses of one British merchant or another. One morning the following paragraph met my eye : " The Earl of S is about to lead to the hymeneal altar the beautiful and accomplished daughter of the Marquis of D : the unfortunate Miss -" (here came in Caroline's maiden name) "is, we understand, living in strict...
Sayfa 150 - OH ! the sunny peaches glow, And the grapes in clusters blush ; And the cooling silver streams From their sylvan fountains rush ; There is music in the grove, And there's fragrance on the gale ; But there's nought so dear to me As my own Highland vale. Oh ! the queen-like virgin rose, Of the dew and sun-light born, And the azure violet, Spread their beauties to the morn ; So does the hyacinth, And the lily pure and pale ; But I love the daisy best In my own Highland vale.
Sayfa 194 - Ay, sir, it puts me in mind o' an auld saying o' my faither the piper. " A soo may whussle, but its mouth is no made for't.1
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