Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... hold aloof ? If so , there must be no more historical plays or romances , for such beings never visit the earth but once : when they are gone , mortal eye never looks upon their like again . In painting it is held an honour for a man to ...
... hold aloof ? If so , there must be no more historical plays or romances , for such beings never visit the earth but once : when they are gone , mortal eye never looks upon their like again . In painting it is held an honour for a man to ...
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... hold , fled along the bank , with- out once deigning to look behind . Not so with the bare - footed beauty ; for while she half- averted her lovely head , to discover the cause of so sudden an alarm , she beheld the infuriated animal in ...
... hold , fled along the bank , with- out once deigning to look behind . Not so with the bare - footed beauty ; for while she half- averted her lovely head , to discover the cause of so sudden an alarm , she beheld the infuriated animal in ...
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... hold him a hawk good at the mount , and no mean bird at the stoop , while we are to await him by the king's orders , and for my part , whether he be falcon - gentle , merlin , hobby , or gos - hawk , I care not . I mean to man him ...
... hold him a hawk good at the mount , and no mean bird at the stoop , while we are to await him by the king's orders , and for my part , whether he be falcon - gentle , merlin , hobby , or gos - hawk , I care not . I mean to man him ...
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... hold them upon the wrist , if they had once seen them bad of the nares , me- grims , or fillanders , -answer me Rantin Rufus ? and cast thy gorge , like a foul kite as thou art . " " Ah ! thou wouldst make but a sorry falconer , with ...
... hold them upon the wrist , if they had once seen them bad of the nares , me- grims , or fillanders , -answer me Rantin Rufus ? and cast thy gorge , like a foul kite as thou art . " " Ah ! thou wouldst make but a sorry falconer , with ...
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... hold it as sacred as I would a plume from Apollo's wing , albeit I am chosen to pour out my lays before King Henry , and have also to strike up my song before as sweet a bird as ever roosted in bower . " " No one so meet to chaunt a ...
... hold it as sacred as I would a plume from Apollo's wing , albeit I am chosen to pour out my lays before King Henry , and have also to strike up my song before as sweet a bird as ever roosted in bower . " " No one so meet to chaunt a ...
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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...