The mysterious freebooter; or, The days of queen Bess, Том 1Printed at the Minerva Press, for Lane, Newman, and Company, 1806 |
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... and that some pub- lication of his had fallen under the lash of their censure , and provoked this wish from his lips . I have for some time en- tertained tertained this opinion myself , and I think I am PREFACE . .ix.
... and that some pub- lication of his had fallen under the lash of their censure , and provoked this wish from his lips . I have for some time en- tertained tertained this opinion myself , and I think I am PREFACE . .ix.
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... wish beyond ourselves , till Allanrod , a second fiend , broke in upon the paradise of our tranquillity - lured me with tales of glory , and my sister with his vows of love ! -Tempted by a small com- mand which he gave me in his band of ...
... wish beyond ourselves , till Allanrod , a second fiend , broke in upon the paradise of our tranquillity - lured me with tales of glory , and my sister with his vows of love ! -Tempted by a small com- mand which he gave me in his band of ...
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... wish I had kept it all a secret from you , my lady , since I see how much it has frightened you ; for I know it will be impossible to withhold the rest of the story from you , now you have heard part of it ; and what I have already told ...
... wish I had kept it all a secret from you , my lady , since I see how much it has frightened you ; for I know it will be impossible to withhold the rest of the story from you , now you have heard part of it ; and what I have already told ...
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... , and affected gra- titude for her command ; Lady de Mow- bray felt it with all the warmth of an af fectionate daughter , who really venerates D 2 a lost a lost parent , and wishes to perpetuate her memory MYSTERIOUS FREEBOOTER . 51.
... , and affected gra- titude for her command ; Lady de Mow- bray felt it with all the warmth of an af fectionate daughter , who really venerates D 2 a lost a lost parent , and wishes to perpetuate her memory MYSTERIOUS FREEBOOTER . 51.
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Francis Lathom. a lost parent , and wishes to perpetuate her memory . Lord William had certainly been better pleased , if the Queen had waved the com- pliment which she had paid to his wife's feelings . The name of Elizabeth he would ...
Francis Lathom. a lost parent , and wishes to perpetuate her memory . Lord William had certainly been better pleased , if the Queen had waved the com- pliment which she had paid to his wife's feelings . The name of Elizabeth he would ...
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Allanrod Alwin Ambrose apartment appeared arms asked Rosalind attended Baron de Mowbray believe breast called cedar-chamber chamber CHAP child command confession cottage countenance court cried daugh daughter death door drawbridge dreaded Elizabeth endeavour exclaimed eyes faint fate father favour favourite fear feelings felt Gertrude's give hand happiness heard heart Heaven honour hope hour Hubert idea iron tongue knew Lady de Mowbray lamp lind lips looked Lord Burleigh Lord Rufus Lord Wil Lord William Madgine mands Matthews ment mind morning Moss-trooper mother Mowbray Castle nature never night passed passion promise Queen racters ramparts received replied Rosalind retired returned Edward returned Rosalind Rosa Rufus de Madginecourt salind scarcely seen sigh sight Simon Williams smile spirits spoke step stood strength sure tale tears thee ther's thou thought tion trude voice ward wife William de Mowbray Wilmot WINTER'S TALE wish youth
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Сторінка 158 - For tis the mind that makes the body rich ; ^• And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, •+ So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Сторінка 23 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Сторінка 203 - For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth' (Shakespeare, A Midsummer-Night's Dream, I, i, 132).
Сторінка 292 - I had a thing to say, but let it go: The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton and too full of gawds To give me audience: if the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound on into the drowsy race of night...
Сторінка 273 - Here Virtue spurns me with disdain; there Pleasure spreads her snare: "Strong habit drags me back to vice; and, urg'd by fierce Despair, "I strive, while Hunger gnaws my heart, to fly from shame in vain ! — "World, 'tis thy cruel will ! I yield, and plunge in guilt again. "There's Mercy in each ray of light that mortal eyes e'er saw; "There's Mercy in each breath of air that mortal lips e'er draw; "There's Mercy both for bird and beast in GOD'S indulgent plan; "There's Mercy...
Сторінка 227 - Hail to you, horrors ! hail, thou house of death ! And thou, the lovely mistress of these shades, Whose beauty gilds the more than midnight darkness, And makes it grateful as the dawn of day. Oh, take me in, a fellow-mourner, with thee, I'll number groan for groan, and tear for tear; And when the fountain of thy eyes are dry, Mine shall supply the stream, and weep for both.
Сторінка 292 - Had baked thy blood, and made it heavy, thick, (Which, else, runs tickling up and down the veins, Making that idiot, laughter, keep men's eyes, And strain their cheeks to idle merriment, A passion hateful to my purposes...
Сторінка 104 - We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' th' sun, And bleat the one at th' other: what we chang'd Was innocence for innocence: we knew not The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd That any did. Had we pursu'd that life.
Сторінка 91 - Whilst, first of gifts that from her bosom flow* Spring returns with aspect mild, Violet crown'd, her loveliest child : Now again the ruddy thorn, Glitters with the dew of morn ; Buzzing round sweet cowslip bells, Bees suck nectar from their cells ; The vivid flash from beauty's eye, When tell-tale love is lurking nigh ; The pleading look, the starting tear, That parting lovers often wear ; j The balmy kiss, the gentle sigh Escaping, yet it knows not why; All hail the lovely bloom of opening Spring,...
Сторінка 247 - There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cry'd, " Murder !" That they did wake each other ; I stood and heard them: But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep. Lady. There are two lodg'd together. Macb. One cry'd, " God bless us :" and " Amen," the other ; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear.