Waverly Novels: Kenilworth

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A. and C. Black, 1879
 

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Seite 354 - 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 Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon And the imperial Votress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy free...
Seite 11 - 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...
Seite 10 - No more thou com'st with lover's speed, Thy once beloved bride to see ; But be she alive, or be she dead, I fear, stern Earl, 's the same to thee.
Seite 290 - Unbonneting at the same time, he fixed his eager gaze on the Queen's approach, with a mixture of respectful curiosity, and modest yet ardent admiration, which suited so well with his fine features, that the warders, struck with his rich attire and noble countenance, suffered him to approach the ground over which the Queen was to pass, somewhat closer than was permitted to ordinary spectators.
Seite 12 - 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 ? 'Why didst thou praise my humble charms, And Oh ! then leave them to decay ? Why didst thou win me to thy arms, Then leave...
Seite 13 - In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear, Full many a piercing scream was heard, And many a cry of mortal fear. The death-bell thrice was heard to ring, An aerial voice was heard to call, And thrice the raven flapp'd its wing Around the towers of Cumnor Hall. The mastiff howl'd at village door, The oaks were shatter'd on the green ; Woe was the hour — for never more That hapless Countess e'er was seen ! And in that Manor now no more Is cheerful feast...
Seite 5 - ... afterwards taken for a felony in the marches of Wales, and offering to publish the manner of the aforesaid murder, was privately made away...
Seite 12 - To be content than to be great. How far less blest am I than them, Daily to pine and waste with care ! Like the poor plant that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air.
Seite 291 - So saying, he walked away, followed by Walter, leaving the others behind, Blount's eyes almost starting from his head with the excess of his astonishment. At length he gave vent to it in an exclamation — "Who the good jere would have thought this!
Seite 13 - The village maids, with fearful glance, Avoid the ancient moss-grown wall ; Nor ever lead the merry dance Among the groves of Cumnor Hall. Full many a traveller oft hath sigh'd, And pensive wept the countess...

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