"'LIFT UP YOUR HEADS, O YE GATES, AND THE KING OF GLORY SHALL COME IN.'"
CHAPTER XVI
OLIVER THE CONQUEROR
"O Heart heroic, England's noblest son!
At what a perfect height thy soaring spirit burns
Star-like! and floods us yet with quickning fire."
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"Cromwell is dead: a low-laid Heart of Oak."
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"There the wicked cease from troubling, there the weary are at rest."
"Cheer up, Jane! You and Lord Neville will yet arrive at the height of your wishes. This is my judgment, and if it be not true, you may burn me in the ear for a rogue."
"And you will marry Cymlin?"
"Perhaps I shall, perhaps I shall not; perhaps 'tis time enough next year to consider on it."
"It would be a happy marriage."