Legends of Terror!: And Tales of the Wonderful and Wild ; Original and Select, in Prose and VerseSherwood, Gilbert, and Piper, 1826 - 642 páginas |
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... Hugh the Heron , a Border Romance 439 The Astrologer's Prediction , or the Maniac's Fate 38 Swan's 121 • The Bath of Beauty , or the Pool , a German Romance The Black Canon of Elmham , or St. Edmond's Eve , an old English Le- gend The ...
... Hugh the Heron , a Border Romance 439 The Astrologer's Prediction , or the Maniac's Fate 38 Swan's 121 • The Bath of Beauty , or the Pool , a German Romance The Black Canon of Elmham , or St. Edmond's Eve , an old English Le- gend The ...
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... HUGH THE HERON . A Border Romance . And. aimed with better effect , struck me full on the forehead . A thousand sparks of light flashed from my eyes - I felt myself reeling , and on the point of fall- ing , when a cut across the shoulder ...
... HUGH THE HERON . A Border Romance . And. aimed with better effect , struck me full on the forehead . A thousand sparks of light flashed from my eyes - I felt myself reeling , and on the point of fall- ing , when a cut across the shoulder ...
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... HUGH THE HERON . A Border Romance . And he went forth , him alone , And all vanquish'd came he home , In his chamber upon a night , Wounded sore and evil dight ; His knife was tint , -his sheath was ta'en , The scabbard from his thigh ...
... HUGH THE HERON . A Border Romance . And he went forth , him alone , And all vanquish'd came he home , In his chamber upon a night , Wounded sore and evil dight ; His knife was tint , -his sheath was ta'en , The scabbard from his thigh ...
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... Hugh Heron ; - to you it may seem nothing but a heap of rock and rubbish , -but to me every foot length of ground , and every piece of jointed stone , and every flower and fruit - tree utter tale and history . My eyes are old : -but you ...
... Hugh Heron ; - to you it may seem nothing but a heap of rock and rubbish , -but to me every foot length of ground , and every piece of jointed stone , and every flower and fruit - tree utter tale and history . My eyes are old : -but you ...
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... Hugh Heron's arm - chair ; -a man cannot sit in it now without wetting his feet in the lake , - it once overlooked ... heron plume , lay at his knees ; his face was turned to the earth , and his hands were clasped in agony . Many wild ...
... Hugh Heron's arm - chair ; -a man cannot sit in it now without wetting his feet in the lake , - it once overlooked ... heron plume , lay at his knees ; his face was turned to the earth , and his hands were clasped in agony . Many wild ...
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Adelfred Amorassan appeared arms beauty beheld blood bosom Brenno bride brother Brunhilda Caerlaverock Caradoc castle cheek companion Conrad cried dark daugh daughter death deep door dread earth Ebu-Beker Elfrida Elphin Erilda exclaimed eyes fair father fear fell Fingal fire forest gazed gnomes grave hand happy Harz hast head heard heart heaven horror hour Hugh Heron Julia Kiezerhausen lady length light lips Lochlin looked Lord maid maiden maun ment mind moon morning Morven mother mountain narch never night o'er once passed Ravenstone Redgauntlet replied rock round seemed seen Selby shallop ship sigh smile soon soul sound spectre spirit steed stood stranger Sultan sweet sword tain tale tears terror Thane thee thing thou thought tion trembling turned uttered Vizir voice waves wife wild wind Wingerode wish words young youth
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Página 601 - The children of the village too would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity ; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighborhood.
Página 604 - He now suspected that the grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and, having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared; but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him, and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
Página 603 - Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him; he looked anxiously in the same direction, and perceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks, and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some one of the neighborhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to yield it.
Página 605 - He found the house gone to decay - the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed. 'My very dog,' sighed poor Rip, 'has forgotten me!
Página 601 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Página 608 - Half-moon ; being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes, of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river and the great city called by his name; that his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at ninepins in...
Página 605 - These mountain beds do not agree with me," thought Rip, " and if this frolic should lay me up with a fit of the rheumatism, I shall have a blessed time with Dame Van Winkle." With some difficulty he got down into the glen : he found the gully up which he and his companion had ascended the preceding evening ; but to his astonishment a mountain stream was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling the glen with babbling murmurs. He, however, made shift to scramble up its sides, working...
Página 603 - On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance. He was a short, square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard.
Página 600 - WHOEVER has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Kaatskill mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country.
Página 607 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?