Lord Roldan: A Romance, Volumes 1-2

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Harper & brothers, 1836 - English fiction - 459 pages
 

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Page 124 - 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 144 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 69 - 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 148 - To give my counsels all in one, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan ; Preserve the dignity of Man, With soul erect ; And trust, the Universal Plan Will all protect. "And wear thou this...
Page 119 - Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry, The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready ; The shouts o...
Page 125 - 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 124 - As for their rings, they were so high that they were dreadful ; and their rings were full of eyes round about them four. And when the living creatures went, the wheels went by them ; and when the living creatures were lifted up from the earth the wheels were lifted up.
Page 182 - On Tuesday last A falcon towering in her pride of place Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.
Page 45 - 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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