Waverley Novels: Vol. 6, Том 6Cadell, 1844 - 617 стор. |
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... countenance was reserved and thoughtful , with dark hair and dark eyes - the last , upon any momentary excitement , sparkled with uncommon lustre , but on other occasions had the same meditative and tranquil cast which was exhibited by ...
... countenance was reserved and thoughtful , with dark hair and dark eyes - the last , upon any momentary excitement , sparkled with uncommon lustre , but on other occasions had the same meditative and tranquil cast which was exhibited by ...
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... countenance— “ You say well , my jovial friend ; and they that are moody like myself , should not disturb the mirth of those who are happy - I will drink a round with your guests with all my heart , rather than be termed a mar - feast ...
... countenance— “ You say well , my jovial friend ; and they that are moody like myself , should not disturb the mirth of those who are happy - I will drink a round with your guests with all my heart , rather than be termed a mar - feast ...
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... countenance , set off with a velvet bonnet , a Turkey feather , and a gilded brooch Ah ! jolly mercer , they who have good wares are fond to shew them ! Come , gentles , le not the cup stand - here's to long spurs , short boots , full ...
... countenance , set off with a velvet bonnet , a Turkey feather , and a gilded brooch Ah ! jolly mercer , they who have good wares are fond to shew them ! Come , gentles , le not the cup stand - here's to long spurs , short boots , full ...
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... countenance . His keen dark eyes were deep set beneath broad and shaggy eyebrows , and as they were usually bent on the ground , seemed as if they were themselves ashamed of the expression natural to them , and were desirous to conceal ...
... countenance . His keen dark eyes were deep set beneath broad and shaggy eyebrows , and as they were usually bent on the ground , seemed as if they were themselves ashamed of the expression natural to them , and were desirous to conceal ...
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... countenance from any one whose neck is beyond the compass of a Tyburn tippet ? " " It may be with me as you say , " replied Lambourne ; " and suppose I grant it to be so for argument's sake , I were still good enough society for mine ...
... countenance from any one whose neck is beyond the compass of a Tyburn tippet ? " " It may be with me as you say , " replied Lambourne ; " and suppose I grant it to be so for argument's sake , I were still good enough society for mine ...
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Amy Robsart ancient answered Varney Anthony Foster apartment arms better betwixt Blount Brenda Bunce Burgh-Westra called Captain Cleveland Castle Claud Halcro command countenance Countess Countess of Leicester court Cumnor daughter devil door Earl of Leicester Earl of Sussex Elizabeth exclaimed eyes fair father favour fear Flibbertigibbet followed gentleman guests hand hastily hath hear heard heart Heaven honest honour horse instantly islands Janet Jarlshof John Dryden Kenilworth Kenilworth Castle Kirkwall lady Leicester's look madam Magnus Troil Master Tressilian Mervyn's Michael Lambourne mind Minna mistress Mordaunt Mertoun never noble Norna once Orkney pedlar person poor present Queen Raleigh Saint Magnus seemed shew sister speak spoke stood stranger Sussex Swertha sword tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought tone Tony Foster Triptolemus Udaller voice Wayland Smith wild word Yellowley yonder young Zetland
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Сторінка 489 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
Сторінка 561 - Goes on to sea, and knows not to retire. With roomy decks, her guns of mighty strength, Whose low-laid mouths each mounting billow laves : Deep in her draught, and warlike in her length, She seems a sea-wasp flying on the waves.
Сторінка 8 - Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby. Now nought was heard beneath the skies, The sounds of busy life were still, Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile. 'Leicester...
Сторінка 451 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides...
Сторінка 164 - Perfume for a lady's chamber ; Golden quoifs and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears: Pins and poking-sticks of steel. What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry : Come buy.
Сторінка 8 - No lark more blithe, no flower more gay ; And like the bird that haunts the thorn, So merrily sung the livelong day. " If that my beauty is but small, Among court ladies all despised, Why didst thou rend it from that hall, Where, scornful Earl, it well was prized?
Сторінка 565 - Some of their chiefs were princes of the land; In the first rank of these did Zimri stand, A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome...
Сторінка 8 - Mong rural beauties I was one, Among the fields wild flowers are fair; Some country swain might me have won, And thought my beauty passing rare. "But, Leicester, (or I much am wrong,) Or 'tis not beauty lures thy vows; Rather ambition's gilded crown Makes thee forget thy humble spouse. "Then, Leicester, why, again I plead, (The injured surely may repine,)— Why didst thou wed a country maid, When some fair princess might be thine?
Сторінка 522 - A daring pilot in extremity; Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Сторінка 9 - The oaks were shatter'd on the green ; Woe was the hour — for never more That hapless countess e'er was seen. And in that manor now no more Is cheerful feast and sprightly ball ; For ever since that dreary hour Have spirits haunted Cumnor Hall.