Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... deep sigh from the lady was her only answer ; then there was a long pause , and neither spoke for some time , until the attendant again ventured to give utterance to her thoughts , and said , " I scarce slept a wink last night until ...
... deep sigh from the lady was her only answer ; then there was a long pause , and neither spoke for some time , until the attendant again ventured to give utterance to her thoughts , and said , " I scarce slept a wink last night until ...
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... deep brief ejaculations that spring only from the heart . He " Thou seemest wearied , my love , " said she , with a look that would have cheered up the worst of foot - beaten pilgrims that ever wearied himself in the fulfilment of a ...
... deep brief ejaculations that spring only from the heart . He " Thou seemest wearied , my love , " said she , with a look that would have cheered up the worst of foot - beaten pilgrims that ever wearied himself in the fulfilment of a ...
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... deep mourn- ful voice , " I am unworthy of a love like thine ; ambition hath cast its bitter spell around me ; I ... deep and- " He folded her again to his bosom , and heaving a deep sigh , remained silent . - " Oh ! speak not thus sadly ...
... deep mourn- ful voice , " I am unworthy of a love like thine ; ambition hath cast its bitter spell around me ; I ... deep and- " He folded her again to his bosom , and heaving a deep sigh , remained silent . - " Oh ! speak not thus sadly ...
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... deep caress ; " I will be all thou wishest me , and crave in return thy love , a costly equivalent for so poor a guerdon . I will lend thee for the service of the King ; thou shalt move in thy high destination , and I will not murmur ...
... deep caress ; " I will be all thou wishest me , and crave in return thy love , a costly equivalent for so poor a guerdon . I will lend thee for the service of the King ; thou shalt move in thy high destination , and I will not murmur ...
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... deep decision . When the cavalcade first came in sight of our hawking party , it seemed a race between the lady and one of her attendants which should first reach them ; but a stern " Back sirrah ! " from the lips of the haughty female ...
... deep decision . When the cavalcade first came in sight of our hawking party , it seemed a race between the lady and one of her attendants which should first reach them ; but a stern " Back sirrah ! " from the lips of the haughty female ...
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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 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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...