Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... added an additional interest to the story , the Author would have done it . Beside , he has taken the sting out of his book ; and in case the moral should never be discovered , he would here advise no young gentleman to marry two wives ...
... added an additional interest to the story , the Author would have done it . Beside , he has taken the sting out of his book ; and in case the moral should never be discovered , he would here advise no young gentleman to marry two wives ...
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... added she ; leaning her whole weight upon him , which seemed no more than the blossom to the tree . " Thou wilt not go forth without me again , amid danger , and leave my poor heart forlorn and aching ; and take away that which I ought ...
... added she ; leaning her whole weight upon him , which seemed no more than the blossom to the tree . " Thou wilt not go forth without me again , amid danger , and leave my poor heart forlorn and aching ; and take away that which I ought ...
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... added he , running his fingers through her hair , " hast thou not a wish to see Henry's court , the gold and glitter of his knights , and show thine own figure among the ladies of the land , as much as to be with me ? " " Nay , my ...
... added he , running his fingers through her hair , " hast thou not a wish to see Henry's court , the gold and glitter of his knights , and show thine own figure among the ladies of the land , as much as to be with me ? " " Nay , my ...
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... rode down that we might share your company during your return . But you have , I perceive , " added she , darting a fierce glance at the lady , who now , pale as death , drew up her steed beside the monarch , " no need FAIR ROSAMOND . 55.
... rode down that we might share your company during your return . But you have , I perceive , " added she , darting a fierce glance at the lady , who now , pale as death , drew up her steed beside the monarch , " no need FAIR ROSAMOND . 55.
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... added in a louder tone , " We ride to Ox- ford , for our presence seems not over - welcome here ; -hath your Grace any commands ? " " Ride to Sathanus an ' ye will ! " D 5 FAIR ROSAMOND . 57 your highness hath chosen, and which, whether ...
... added in a louder tone , " We ride to Ox- ford , for our presence seems not over - welcome here ; -hath your Grace any commands ? " " Ride to Sathanus an ' ye will ! " D 5 FAIR ROSAMOND . 57 your highness hath chosen, and which, whether ...
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Fair Rosamond, Or, The Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance, Том 1 Thomas Miller Перегляд фрагмента - 1839 |
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added amid answered apartment Archbishop Archbishop of Canterbury Archbishop of York armour arms barons beautiful beside bishop Bishop of Hereford blood bosom brow castle caught cheek church cold countenance danger dare dark death deep didst England exclaimed eyes face fair Rosamond fear feelings fell Fitzurse Gamas Gobbo gazed Gilbert Foliot glance Glanvil Godstow Gryme hall hand hath head heard heart Heaven holy father honour huge Hugh de Morville instantly King Henry knight labyrinth lady leave light lips look loud mangonels matters Maud minstrel monarch monk never noble Norman once palace passed pause peace Pierre de Vidal postern Prelate Primate Queen Eleanor Reginald Fitzurse rode Rosamond saint Saxon scarcely seat secret seemed sigh silence sound spoke steed stood sweet tears thee thine Thomas à Becket thou art thou hast thou wilt thoughts threw throw tone turret uncon voice wind Woodstock wouldst
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Сторінка 100 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, . Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Сторінка 179 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Сторінка 91 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Сторінка 179 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Сторінка 75 - But when we in our viciousness grow hard, — O misery on't! — the wise gods seal our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at 's, while we strut To our confusion.
Сторінка 181 - Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
Сторінка 234 - Most curiously that bower was built Of stone and timber strong, An hundred and fifty doors Did to this bower belong : And they so cunninglye contriv'd With turnings round about, That none but with a clue of thread, Could enter in or out.
Сторінка 264 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Сторінка 205 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lowered upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Сторінка 122 - Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus : the flame o' the taper Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids...