Robin Adair, Volume 2 |
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BECCLES bonnie face brave bright Cecilia Charlie Anstruther chestnut child chintzes Clare O'Neill Cobby Colonel Adair covert dark darling dear dream Eleanor Ellie Hamilton Ellie's fair fate favourite feel fence girl girl's glances golden Goliath Gortnamore Greenshire grey eyes Griselda hand happy head heiress's horse hounds hour instant Irish Brigade Lady Cicely Lady Cicely's Lady Clare Lady Hamilton latter laugh light listened living look Lord Erminois Louis de Chevron merry mind morning never night once OWEN MEREDITH pain pale past peace poor Clare Puritan quadruped quiet ride Robin Adair round her neck sadly Sanspareil seems slowly song sorrow sound speaking sport Steenie Stephen Adair strange sure sweet tears tell Thorncliffe Hall thought to-day tone true turns turret window uncon voice weary whilst wild woman words young
Popular passages
Page 38 - Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you ; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you ; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving ; Unless you can die when the dream is past — Oh, never call it loving ! A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS.
Page 212 - The heart of my heart, beating harder with pleasure To feel you tread it to dust and death — Ah, had I not taken my life up and given All that life gives and the years let go, The wine and honey, the balm and leaven, The dreams reared high and the hopes brought low ? Come life, come death, not a word be said ; Should I lose you living, and vex you dead ? I never shall tell you on earth ; and in heaven, If I cry to you then, will you hear or know ? LES NOYADES.
Page 99 - We sit together, with the skies. The steadfast skies, above us; We look into each other's eyes, "And how long will you love us?
Page 1 - Full then of hardour — full of keenness, one pure concentrated essence of 'unting, John Jorrocks comes to enlighten all men capable of instruction on pints that all wish to be considered conversant with. " Well did that great man, I think it was Walter Scott, but if it war'nt, 'twas little Bartley, the boot-maker, say, that there was no young man wot would not rather have a himputation on his morality than on his 'ossmanship...
Page 219 - To the light that hath no evening, That knows nor moon nor sun, The light so new and golden, The light that is but one.
Page 18 - MELTONIAN.* 1 am old, I am old, and my eyes are grown weaker, My beard is as white as the foam on the sea, Yet pass me the bottle, and fill me a beaker, A bright brimming toast in a bumper for me ! Back, back through long vistas of years I am wafted, But the glow at my heart's undiminished in force, Deep, deep in that heart has fond memory engrafted Those quick thirty minutes from Ranksboro
Page 123 - ... makes in God's sight a marriage tie holier than any man can forge, and one which no human laws can sever. What do I call fidelity ? I think it is to keep faithful through good report and evil report, through suffering and, if need be, through shame ; it is to credit no evil of the one loved from other lips, and if told that such evil is true by his own, to blot it out as though it never had been ; to keep true to him through all...
Page 113 - ... wroth with you : Then shall you lack a little help of me, And I shall feel your sorrow touching you, A happy sorrow, though I may not touch, — I that would fain be turned to flesh again. Fain get back life to give up life for you, To shed my blood for help, that long ago You shed and were not holpen; and your heart Will ache for help and comfort, yea for love, And find less love than mine — for I do think You never will be loved thus in your life.
Page 19 - Oh glory of youth! consolation of age! Sublimest of ecstasies under the sun! Though the veteran may linger too long on the stage, Yet he'll drink a last toast to a fox-hunting run. And oh! young descendants of ancient top-sawyers! By your lives to the world their example enforce; Whether landlords, or parsons, or statesmen, or lawyers, Ride straight, as they rode it from Ranksboro...
Page 18 - Can see my old comrades in life by my side. Do I dream ? All around me I see the dead riding, And voices long silent re-echo with glee ; I can hear the far wail of the Master's vain chiding, As vain as the Norseman's reproof to the sea.