Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... continued he , " she revives , and- . " Here the conversa- tion was carried on in a whisper . By this time , the maiden had so far recovered as to open her eyes , and from the slight shiver- ing which was visible in her arms , she ...
... continued he , " she revives , and- . " Here the conversa- tion was carried on in a whisper . By this time , the maiden had so far recovered as to open her eyes , and from the slight shiver- ing which was visible in her arms , she ...
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... continued she ; looking so lovingly at him , that his very heart shook with its own weight of love . " I shall hang around thy neck now instead of thy shield , " added she ; leaning her whole weight upon him , which seemed no more than ...
... continued she ; looking so lovingly at him , that his very heart shook with its own weight of love . " I shall hang around thy neck now instead of thy shield , " added she ; leaning her whole weight upon him , which seemed no more than ...
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... continued she , in a voice so low and sweet , that it thrilled like plaintive music through his heart , and he seemed spell - bound under its utterance . " Un- loose these envious buckles , and rough rivets , and rest thine head upon me ...
... continued she , in a voice so low and sweet , that it thrilled like plaintive music through his heart , and he seemed spell - bound under its utterance . " Un- loose these envious buckles , and rough rivets , and rest thine head upon me ...
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... continued she , in an altered tone of voice , piling the armour on the floor , then chaining his neck with her arms , and hanging upon him , ( a load with which a god would willingly have been encumbered ) - " thou wilt not leave me ...
... continued she , in an altered tone of voice , piling the armour on the floor , then chaining his neck with her arms , and hanging upon him , ( a load with which a god would willingly have been encumbered ) - " thou wilt not leave me ...
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... continued he , in a deep mourn- ful voice , " I am unworthy of a love like thine ; ambition hath cast its bitter spell around me ; I have bartered my peace at its shrine : I have lifted the intoxicating cup to my lips , and , though ...
... continued he , in a deep mourn- ful voice , " I am unworthy of a love like thine ; ambition hath cast its bitter spell around me ; I have bartered my peace at its shrine : I have lifted the intoxicating cup to my lips , and , though ...
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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...