Waverley Novels, Том 12A. & C. Black, 1871 |
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Abbot of Abingdon Alasco Amy Robsart answered Varney Anthony Foster apartment Berkshire better betwixt Black Bear Blount called Castle chamber cloak command countenance Countess Countess of Leicester court courtiers Cumnor Place devil door dress Earl of Leicester Earl of Sussex Earl's Elizabeth exclaimed eyes fair father favour fear Flibbertigibbet followed gentleman Giles Gosling gold Goldthred Grace guest hall hand hastily hath head heard heart Heaven hither honour horse host Hostler instant instantly Janet Kenilworth Kenilworth Castle lady Laneham Leicester's look Lord Leicester Lord of Leicester lord's lordship madam Master Tressilian Master Varney mercer Mervyn's Michael Lambourne mistress night noble once person pleasure poor present Queen Raleigh replied Varney Richard Varney secret seemed shalt silian Sir Hugh Robsart speak stood sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought thyself Tony Foster Tower Wayland Smith word yonder
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Сторінка 213 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Сторінка 244 - Perfume for a lady's chamber; Golden quoifs and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears : Pins and poking-sticks of steel, What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry : Come buy.
Сторінка 6 - Now nought was heard beneath the skies, The sounds of busy life were still, Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile. " Leicester," she cried, " is this thy love That thou so oft hast sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely grove, Immured in shameful privity?
Сторінка 7 - The village maidens of the plain Salute me lowly as they go ; Envious they mark my silken train, Nor think a Countess can have woe. " The simple nymphs ! they little know How far more happy 's their estate ; To smile for joy than sigh for woe — To be content — than to be great.
Сторінка 260 - I rose up with the cheerful morn, No lark more blithe, no flower more gay ; And, like the bird that haunts the thorn, So merrily sung the livelong day. "If that my beauty is but small, Among court ladies all despised, Why didst thou rend it from that hall, Where, scornful earl, it well was prized?
Сторінка 4 - Dr. Babington, the Earl's chaplain, did preach the funeral sermon, he tript once or twice in his speech, by recommending to their memories that virtuous lady so pitifully murdered, instead of saying pitifully slain.
Сторінка 389 - Sincerity ! Thou first of virtues, let no mortal leave Thy onward path! although the earth should gape, And from the gulf of hell destruction cry To take dissimulation's winding way.
Сторінка 7 - And in that Manor now no more Is cheerful feast and sprightly ball; For ever since that dreary hour Have spirits haunted Cumnor Hall.
Сторінка 7 - tis not beauty lures thy vows ; Rather ambition's gilded crown Makes thee forget thy humble spouse. "Then, Leicester, why, again I plead (The injured surely may repine), Why didst thou wed a country maid, When some fair princess might be thine?
Сторінка 6 - I'm told, is beauty's throne, Where every lady's passing rare, That Eastern flowers, that shame the sun, Are not so glowing-, not so fair. " Then, Earl, why didst thou leave the beds Where roses and where lilies vie, To seek a primrose, whose pale shades Must sicken when those gauds are by ? '"Mong rural beauties I was one, Among...