Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... cause of so sudden an alarm , she beheld the infuriated animal in the act of rushing upon her , and un- conscious for the moment of the danger that lay before her , she suddenly bounded forward with outstretched arms , and in another ...
... cause of so sudden an alarm , she beheld the infuriated animal in the act of rushing upon her , and un- conscious for the moment of the danger that lay before her , she suddenly bounded forward with outstretched arms , and in another ...
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... - ing that she possessed the heart of her young and affectionate husband , and that if there were secrets and periods of absence to which she must submit , the knowledge of their cause would render FAIR ROSAMOND . 17 21 CHAPTER II. ...
... - ing that she possessed the heart of her young and affectionate husband , and that if there were secrets and periods of absence to which she must submit , the knowledge of their cause would render FAIR ROSAMOND . 17 21 CHAPTER II. ...
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Thomas Miller. must submit , the knowledge of their cause would render her no happier . Great changes had , however , taken place since their union ; the stormy reign of Stephen was over , and the land seemed to sleep after his death ...
Thomas Miller. must submit , the knowledge of their cause would render her no happier . Great changes had , however , taken place since their union ; the stormy reign of Stephen was over , and the land seemed to sleep after his death ...
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... cause of import enough to put it to the very rack , " said she ; " I would that were the worst that might befall thee . And yet I could not love thee enough . " " An I were to tell thee , " said he recovering his spirits , after having ...
... cause of import enough to put it to the very rack , " said she ; " I would that were the worst that might befall thee . And yet I could not love thee enough . " " An I were to tell thee , " said he recovering his spirits , after having ...
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... cause thee to despise me for ever ? " " It would break my heart , " answered she , " and I should die ; but I should die as I have lived , loving thee alone ; " and she burst into tears , and buried her beautiful face in his bosom ...
... cause thee to despise me for ever ? " " It would break my heart , " answered she , " and I should die ; but I should die as I have lived , loving thee alone ; " and she burst into tears , and buried her beautiful face in his bosom ...
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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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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...