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... and long before he married Eleanor , and it is not improbable that as Rosamond's father was a baron of great power , he married her privately , and kept her secreted at Woodstock , to prevent his marriage from being XX PREFACE .
... and long before he married Eleanor , and it is not improbable that as Rosamond's father was a baron of great power , he married her privately , and kept her secreted at Woodstock , to prevent his marriage from being XX PREFACE .
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... Eleanor the divorced wife of Louis the Seventh of France , and daughter and heiress of William the Ninth , Earl of Poictou and Duke of Aquitaine , and through this mar- riage he had become the heir of her extensive possessions , which ...
... Eleanor the divorced wife of Louis the Seventh of France , and daughter and heiress of William the Ninth , Earl of Poictou and Duke of Aquitaine , and through this mar- riage he had become the heir of her extensive possessions , which ...
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... Eleanor will need a few ladies for companions ; and peradventure through the love thou sayest the King holds for thee , I may be enabled to accompany thee to Normandy . " But " We will speak of these matters anon , sweet lady , " said ...
... Eleanor will need a few ladies for companions ; and peradventure through the love thou sayest the King holds for thee , I may be enabled to accompany thee to Normandy . " But " We will speak of these matters anon , sweet lady , " said ...
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... Eleanor so lovely a lady in her train as thou art , " muttered the knight half to himself . " But it pleaseth me to find that thy inclinations lead thee not to mingle with these empty pageants . What wouldst thou have me to do , could I ...
... Eleanor so lovely a lady in her train as thou art , " muttered the knight half to himself . " But it pleaseth me to find that thy inclinations lead thee not to mingle with these empty pageants . What wouldst thou have me to do , could I ...
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... Eleanor . We left the Council awaiting your presence in the palace of Oxford , and fear- ing that your Grace might injure yourself by pondering so much alone over your state affairs at Woodstock , rode down that we might share your ...
... Eleanor . We left the Council awaiting your presence in the palace of Oxford , and fear- ing that your Grace might injure yourself by pondering so much alone over your state affairs at Woodstock , rode down that we might share your ...
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Fair Rosamond, Or, the Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance Thomas Miller Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Fair Rosamond, Or, the Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance Thomas Miller Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 91 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 122 - Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus : the flame o' the taper Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids...