The Life and Times of Prince Charles Stuart, Count of Albany, Commonly Called the Young Pretender, Volum 2

Chapman & Hall, 1875 - 342 pàgines

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Pàgina 39 - MOURN, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn ! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life. Thy swains are...
Pàgina 95 - O'Sullivan remaining with the boatmen. At nightfall, we marched towards Benbecula, being informed Scott had ordered the militia to come and join him. At midnight we came to a hut, where, by good fortune, we met with Miss Flora MacDonald, whom I formerly knew. I quitted the Prince at some distance from the hut, and went with a design to inform myself if the independent companies were to pass that way next day, as we had been informed.
Pàgina 47 - The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath; The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend, And...
Pàgina 43 - The moor was covered with blood ; and our men, what with killing the enemy, dabbling their feet in the blood, and splashing it about one another, looked like so many butchers.
Pàgina 138 - The cockade in his hat, and the buckles of his shoes were diamonds. The George which he wore at his bosom, and the order of St. Andrew, which he wore also, tied by a piece of green ribbon to one of the buttons of his waistcoat, were prodigiously illustrated with large brilliants — in short, he glittered all over like the star which they tell you appeared at his nativity...
Pàgina 47 - And stretch'd beneath the inclement skies Weeps o'er her tender babes and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins. And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate Within my filial breast shall beat; And, spite of her insulting foe, My sympathizing verse shall flow:— " Mourn, hapless Caledonia ! mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn !" VERSES ON A YOUNG LADY PLAYING ON A HABPSICHOBD, AND SINGING.
Pàgina 134 - Charlie's now awa, Safely owre the friendly main ; Mony a heart will break in twa, Should he ne'er come back again. Will you no...
Pàgina 258 - His complexion is of the fair tint, his eyes blue, his hair light brown, and the contour of his face a long oval. He is by no means thin, has a noble person, and a graceful manner.
Pàgina 86 - When Donald was asked, if ever the Prince used to give any particular toast, when they were taking a cup of cold water, or the like ; he said that the Prince very often drank to the Black Eye — by which, said Donald, he meant the second daughter of France, and I never heard him name any particular health but that alone. When he spoke of that lady — which he did frequently — he appeared to be more than ordinarily well pleased.
Pàgina 74 - ... impressed with the belief that they were fairies, who, according to highland tradition, are visible to men only from one twinkle of the eye-lid to another, she strove to refrain from the vibration, which she believed would occasion the strange and magnificent apparition to become invisible.