Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... thou never hadst one whom thou didst love dearer than thine own life ... thy father , I threw oil on the waters of the Wye when the waves were rough , and sent ... art a kind - hearted maiden , " answered her mistress with a faint smile ...
... thou never hadst one whom thou didst love dearer than thine own life ... thy father , I threw oil on the waters of the Wye when the waves were rough , and sent ... art a kind - hearted maiden , " answered her mistress with a faint smile ...
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... Thou little dreamest that this hauberk hath borne the brunt of many a blow ; and repelled many a shaft , that might have found lodgment elsewhere . " " Then will I have it hung up to look upon when thou art away , " said she , smiling ...
... Thou little dreamest that this hauberk hath borne the brunt of many a blow ; and repelled many a shaft , that might have found lodgment elsewhere . " " Then will I have it hung up to look upon when thou art away , " said she , smiling ...
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... 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 follow thy wishes ? " ' Nothing until thou ...
... 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 follow thy wishes ? " ' Nothing until thou ...
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... thy gorge , like a foul kite as thou art . " " Ah ! thou wouldst make but a sorry falconer , with that crusty humour of thine , " continued Rufus , his good temper unruffled : " devil a bird wouldst thou ever get to come to either the ...
... thy gorge , like a foul kite as thou art . " " Ah ! thou wouldst make but a sorry falconer , with that crusty humour of thine , " continued Rufus , his good temper unruffled : " devil a bird wouldst thou ever get to come to either the ...
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... Thou art a villain , " muttered the Queen in a low voice , yet so high that it reached the ear of Oliphant , as the savage glance which shot from under his shaggy brows fully testified . Oliphant , " said Eleanor in an altered tone of ...
... Thou art a villain , " muttered the Queen in a low voice , yet so high that it reached the ear of Oliphant , as the savage glance which shot from under his shaggy brows fully testified . Oliphant , " said Eleanor in an altered tone of ...
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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...