Robin Hood and Little John: or, The merry men of Sherwood forestW.S. Johnson, 1850 - 280 стор. |
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... hand , Gilbert , " said Ritson , with an appearance of frank cordiality . " I acknowledge my offence , and am heartily ashamed of it ; I freely ask thy pardon , and beg of thee to remember I was some eight years younger than I stand now ...
... hand , Gilbert , " said Ritson , with an appearance of frank cordiality . " I acknowledge my offence , and am heartily ashamed of it ; I freely ask thy pardon , and beg of thee to remember I was some eight years younger than I stand now ...
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... hand nocking sure , Not stooping , nor yet standing straight upright , Then with his left hand little ' bove his sight Stretching his left arm out , with an easie strength To draw an arrow of a yard in length . " RICHARD NICCOLS , 1616 ...
... hand nocking sure , Not stooping , nor yet standing straight upright , Then with his left hand little ' bove his sight Stretching his left arm out , with an easie strength To draw an arrow of a yard in length . " RICHARD NICCOLS , 1616 ...
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... hand to his bow . With a roar of mingled anguish and rage , he turned his eyes to the place which concealed our hero , but without avail , the small figure of the youth being effectually con- cealed by the broad trunk of an oak . Robin ...
... hand to his bow . With a roar of mingled anguish and rage , he turned his eyes to the place which concealed our hero , but without avail , the small figure of the youth being effectually con- cealed by the broad trunk of an oak . Robin ...
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... hand to a bow , at fifty yards ? " asked the stranger . " Aye ! if you call that being a good marksman , " cried Robin , a sneer curling his lip . " You will not object to give me a proof of your skill , as we journey to your home ...
... hand to a bow , at fifty yards ? " asked the stranger . " Aye ! if you call that being a good marksman , " cried Robin , a sneer curling his lip . " You will not object to give me a proof of your skill , as we journey to your home ...
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... hand to his bow , to make him remember another time not to basely seek the lives of his fellow - creatures . " " When you wounded him , did he perceive you ? " asked Gilbert , thoughtfully . " No , " answered Robin , " no ; I sought the ...
... hand to his bow , to make him remember another time not to basely seek the lives of his fellow - creatures . " " When you wounded him , did he perceive you ? " asked Gilbert , thoughtfully . " No , " answered Robin , " no ; I sought the ...
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Allan Clare answer arms arrow asked band Barnsdale Baron Fitz Alwine beneath bishop Bishop of Hereford blow brother castle cried Robin dear death door ejaculated eyes father fear feel felt followed forest Friar Tuck Gamwell gave Geoffrey Gilbert Hood give glade green wood hand happy head hear heard heart hope horse keep king kiss knew Lady Christabel Lambie laugh lips Little John look lord maiden Mansfeld Marian married Maude merks merrie merrie men never night Norman Nottingham Nottingham Castle Nottinghamshire once outlaw passed quarter-staff replied Robin returned Robin roared Robin Hood round Saxons Scarlet shalt sheriff Sheriff of Nottingham Sherwood Forest shouted Sir Guy Sir Richard Sir Tristram smile soon steed stood stranger sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought tree trysting tree turned uttered voice wish words youth
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Сторінка 95 - May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this.
Сторінка 30 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 19 - WHEN I beneath the cold red earth am sleeping, Life's fever o'er, Will there for me be any bright eye weeping That I'm no more ? Will there be any heart still memory keeping Of heretofore?
Сторінка 40 - And both were young — yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Сторінка 199 - Expanding its immense and knotty arms, Embraces the light beech. The pyramids Of the tall cedar overarching, frame Most solemn domes within, and far below, Like clouds suspended in an emerald sky, The ash and the acacia floating hang Tremulous and pale. Like restless serpents, clothed In rainbow and in fire, the parasites, Starred with ten thousand blossoms, flow around The gray trunks, and as gamesome infants...
Сторінка 30 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains...
Сторінка 268 - Clasp me a little longer on the brink Of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress; And when this heart hath ceased to beat — oh! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just. Oh! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs — when I am laid in dust?
Сторінка 63 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears. For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found. In all the house was heard no human sound. A...
Сторінка 79 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Сторінка 155 - Celestial pity I again implore; Restore him to my sight — great Jove, restore!" So speaking, and by fervent love endowed With faith, the suppliant heavenward lifts her hands; While, like the sun emerging from a cloud, Her countenance brightens, and her eye expands; Her bosom heaves and spreads, her stature grows; And she expects the issue in repose.