Montrose and Covenanters: Their Characters and Conduct, Illustrated from Private Letters and Other Original Documents Hitherto Unpublished, Embracing the Times of Charles the First, from the Rise of the Troubles in Scotland, to the Death of Montrose, Volume 2

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J. Duncan, 1838
 

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Page 553 - Maker 1 in that crimson lake ; Then place my parboiled head upon a stake« Scatter my ashes— strew them in the air; Lord ; since thou knowest where all these atoms are, I'm hopeful thou'lt recover once my dust. And confident thou'lt raise me with the just...
Page 500 - Great, good, and just ! could I but rate My griefs, and thy too rigid fate ; I'd weep the world to such a strain, As it should deluge once again ; " But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies, More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes ; I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds, And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds.
Page 282 - Their habit is — shoes, with but one sole apiece ; stockings (which they call short hose), made of a warm stuff of diverse colours, which they call tartan ; as for breeches, many of them, nor their forefathers, never wore any, but a jerkin of the same stuff that their hose is of, their garters being bands or wreaths of hay or straw ; with a plaid about their shoulders, which is a mantle of diverse colours, much finer and lighter stuff than...
Page 461 - Mine eyes shall be upon the faithful of the land, that they may dwell with me : he that walketh in a perfect way, he shall serve me.
Page 342 - The bride at the altar; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges: Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes.
Page 451 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
Page 546 - As Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone ; My thoughts did evermore disdain A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.
Page 377 - Now therefore gather the rest of the people together, and encamp against the city, and take it : lest I take the city, and it be called after my name.
Page 547 - I'll never love thee more. Let not their oaths, like volleys shot, Make any breach at all ; Nor smoothness of their language plot Which way to scale the wall ; Nor balls of wildfire love consume The shrine which I adore ; For if such smoke about thee fume, I'll never love thee more. I think thy virtues be too strong To suffer by surprise...
Page 547 - To win or lose it all. But I must rule and govern still And always give the law, And have each subject at my will, And all to stand in awe.

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