The Wise Women of Inverness: A Tale, and Other Miscellanies

Macmillan, 1885 - 272 ページ

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230 ページ - Ich weiss nicht was soil es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin; Ein Marchen aus alten Zeiten, Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
87 ページ - Surely there is no enchantment against Jacob, neither is there any divination against Israel: according to this time it shall be said of Jacob and of Israel, What hath God wrought...
241 ページ - Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main : Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topt head. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.
228 ページ - Do you know what day it is?" she continued. "It is the 2gth of December — it is your birthday! But last year we did not drink it — no, no. My Lord was cold, and my Harry was likely to die; and my brain was in a fever; and we had no wine. But now — now you are come again, bringing your sheaves with you, my dear.
224 ページ - Or, lulled to slumber by the beating rain, Secure and happy, sink at last to rest ! Or, if the sun in flaming Leo ride, By shady rivers indolently stray, And with my Delia walking side by side, Hear how they murmur as they glide away...
104 ページ - And when Balaam saw that it pleased the Lord to bless Israel, he went not, as at other times, to seek for enchantments, but he set his face toward the wilderness.