Lionel Lincoln: Or, the Leaguer of BostonR. Bentley, 1854 - 408 стор. |
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Abigail Pray Agnes already Americans answered appeared approached arms army baronet betrayed blood body Boston calash Captain Polwarth Cecil Charlestown child colonies colonists companion concealed continued countenance cousin cried Danforth danger Dock Square door England exclaimed eyes face favour fear feelings fire followed gentleman glance grave grenadier hand head hear heard hill honour hour instant interrupted Job Pray king King's Chapel lady Lechmere Lexington light infantry Lionel Lincoln listened look M'Fuse Major Lincoln manner ment Meriton Miss Dynevor mother night officer party passed paused Province House racter Ralph Ravenscliffe rebels returned Lionel scene seat secret Seth Shearflint side silent simpleton Sir Lionel smile soldier sounds speak stood stranger THEODORE HOOK thing thou thought town Tremont Street troops turned uttered valet voice whole wish woman young youth
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Сторінка 230 - But woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye shut up the kingdom of heaven against men: for ye neither go in yourselves, neither suffer ye them that are entering to go in. Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye devour widows' houses and for a pretence make long prayer: therefore ye shall receive the greater damnation.
Сторінка 156 - We'll burn his body in the holy place. And with the brands fire the traitors
Сторінка 62 - He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Сторінка 362 - Nurse. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous : I...
Сторінка 266 - If any man can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together, let him now speal;, or else, hereafter, for ever hold his peace.
Сторінка 230 - But woe unto you, Pharisees ! for ye tithe mint and rue and all manner of herbs, and pass over judgment and the love of God : these ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone. 43 Woe unto you, Pharisees ! for ye love the uppermost seats in the synagogues, and greetings in the markets. 44 Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are as graves which appear not, and the men that walk over them are not aware of them.
Сторінка 196 - It shall be done, sir," repeated Clinton as the other departed, his own honest brow sternly knit under high martial excitement. " The artillery have their orders, and the work will be accomplished without delay." "This, Major Lincoln," cried his more sophisticated companion — " this is one of the trying duties of the soldier. To fight, to bleed, or even to die, for his prince is his happy privilege, but it is sometimes his unfortunate lot to become the instrument of vengeance.
Сторінка 115 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters...
Сторінка 202 - At this instant the trappings of his attire caught the glaring eyeballs of a dying yeoman, who exerted his wasting strength to sacrifice one more worthy victim to the manes of his countrymen. The whole of the tumultuous scene vanished from the senses of Lionel at the flash of the musket of this man, and he sunk beneath the feet of the combatants, insensible of further triumph and of every danger. The fall of a single officer in such a contest was a circumstance not to be regarded, and regiments passed...
Сторінка 201 - ... in their places. The Americans, exhausted of their ammunition, now sunk sullenly back, a few hurling stones at their foes, in desperate indignation. The cannon of the British had been brought to enfilade their short breastwork, which was no longer tenable; and as the columns approached closer to the low rampart, it became a mutual protection to the adverse parties. " Hurrah ! for the Royal Irish ! " again shouted M'Fuse, rushing up the trifling ascent, which was but of little more than his own...