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... heart , and there Ride on the pants triumphing . Antony and Cleopatra . A LONG time must be supposed to have elapsed since the incident in our first chapter took place ; for the beautiful maiden who so narrowly escaped death , had ...
... heart , and there Ride on the pants triumphing . Antony and Cleopatra . A LONG time must be supposed to have elapsed since the incident in our first chapter took place ; for the beautiful maiden who so narrowly escaped death , had ...
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... heart opposed to his accession to the throne of England , ) that all their forces would be in- adequate to oppose the power of such a monarch , who by his own right could com- mand the whole forces of Normandy , the wide domains of ...
... heart opposed to his accession to the throne of England , ) that all their forces would be in- adequate to oppose the power of such a monarch , who by his own right could com- mand the whole forces of Normandy , the wide domains of ...
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... 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 ... heart to heart , as they vibrated in FAIR ROSAMOND . 31.
... 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 ... heart to heart , as they vibrated in FAIR ROSAMOND . 31.
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Thomas Miller. echoed from heart to heart , as they vibrated in unison with each other . " Take off thine ar- mour , " said she ; attempting with her long white fingers to remove the hauberk : " Why didst thou place this cold mail ...
Thomas Miller. echoed from heart to heart , as they vibrated in unison with each other . " Take off thine ar- mour , " said she ; attempting with her long white fingers to remove the hauberk : " Why didst thou place this cold mail ...
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... heart , and he seemed spell - bound under its utterance . " Un- loose these envious buckles , and rough rivets , and rest thine head upon me . Thou seemest weary ; come and stretch thyself upon yonder couch , and I will gaze my fill at ...
... heart , and he seemed spell - bound under its utterance . " Un- loose these envious buckles , and rough rivets , and rest thine head upon me . Thou seemest weary ; come and stretch thyself upon yonder couch , and I will gaze my fill at ...
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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...