Lord Roldan

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Page 272 - The appearance of the wheels and their work was like unto the colour of a beryl : and they four had one likeness : and their appearance and their work was as it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel.
Page 272 - I beheld the living creatures, behold one wheel upon the earth by the living creatures, with his four faces. The appearance of the wheels and their work was like unto the color of a beryl : and they four had one likeness, and their appearance and their work was as it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel.
Page 173 - I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware!
Page 328 - And wear thou this" — she solemn said, And bound the Holly round my head : The polish'd leaves, and berries red, Did rustling play ; And, like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
Page 1 - Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; Lord of the lion-heart, and eagle-eye! Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky!
Page 265 - An' fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...
Page 274 - As for the wheels, they were called in my hearing The wheelwork. 14. And every one had four faces: the first face was the face of the cherub, and the second face was the face of a man, and the third the face of a lion, and the fourth the face of an eagle.
Page 263 - On Tuesday last A falcon towering in her pride of place Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
Page 269 - If I'm designed yon lordling's slave — By nature's law designed, Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind ? If not, why am I subject to His cruelty or scorn ? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn...
Page 87 - BALOW, my babe, lye still and sleipe ! It grieves me sair to see thee weipe : If thoust be silent, Ise be glad, Thy maining maks my heart ful sad. Balow, my boy, thy mothers joy, Thy father breides me great annoy.

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