Pelayo: Or, The Cavern of Covadonga. A Romance

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Harper & brothers, 1836 - 204 sider

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Side viii - False wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, — their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.
Side vi - I lose my patience, and I own it too, When works are censur'd, not as bad but new ; While if our elders break all reason's laws, These fools demand not pardon, but applause.
Side viii - Alas ! — how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity...
Side 160 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
Side viii - A clergyman of special note For shunning those of his own coat ; Which made his brethren of the gown Take care betimes to run him down : No libertine, nor over nice, Addicted to no sort of vice, Went where he pleased, said what he thought ; Not rich, but owed no man a groat...
Side viii - Faith, sir, you know as much as I." "Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest! Tis now no secret" — I protest 'Tis one to me — "Then tell us, pray, When are the troops to have their pay?
Side iii - Romance' is founded strictly upon historical facts. The name of "T*J*yo>,''. te every Spanish ear, will long be a hallowed sound. Both Southey and Don Trueba (author of the Romance of Spain) have used their best endeavours to immortalize this renowned warrior. But as they very materially disa1* gree in some of the leading points, I have chosen for my tale the accounts which Don Trueba gives.
Side xvii - T was nature taught me first to rhyme, And my impatient, restless muse, To pen my thoughts scarce gives me time, And pruning wholly doth refuse, And when...
Side 13 - Scarce sixteen summers' bloom had shed O'er her young brow its rich'ning glory, And yet, her heart was fondly wed With one whose locks would soon...

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