Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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Pagina xv
... cold night in autumn , the old chroniclers only just mention this simple inci- dent , they scarcely name the privations he underwent . But let the reader of history con- trast it with the splendour of the Primate but a PREFACE . XV.
... cold night in autumn , the old chroniclers only just mention this simple inci- dent , they scarcely name the privations he underwent . But let the reader of history con- trast it with the splendour of the Primate but a PREFACE . XV.
Pagina 7
... her sharp vinegar aspect and cold grey eyes fixed upon them as they passed the postern , bid them patter a prayer or two to themselves during their walk , and be sure to tell their beads whenever they felt FAIR ROSAMOND . 7.
... her sharp vinegar aspect and cold grey eyes fixed upon them as they passed the postern , bid them patter a prayer or two to themselves during their walk , and be sure to tell their beads whenever they felt FAIR ROSAMOND . 7.
Pagina 8
... cold , and she withdrew her foot , while a silvery shivering ran through her frame , and pervaded her deli- cate neck and shoulders , ( which were somewhat freely exposed , ) not unlike the sudden gust that for a moment stirs the white ...
... cold , and she withdrew her foot , while a silvery shivering ran through her frame , and pervaded her deli- cate neck and shoulders , ( which were somewhat freely exposed , ) not unlike the sudden gust that for a moment stirs the white ...
Pagina 26
... cold grey morning fell on the frostwork of my casement , and the robin had begun his twittering song , I could not sleep until the wind went down , when I thought of him , who all night was tossing on the stormy sea . " " Marry , and ...
... cold grey morning fell on the frostwork of my casement , and the robin had begun his twittering song , I could not sleep until the wind went down , when I thought of him , who all night was tossing on the stormy sea . " " Marry , and ...
Pagina 32
... cold mail between thy heart and mine after such a long absence ? " The warrior replied not , for his heart seemed too full to speak ; but linking his fingers to- gether behind her waist , while she leant back , gazed upon her for a ...
... cold mail between thy heart and mine after such a long absence ? " The warrior replied not , for his heart seemed too full to speak ; but linking his fingers to- gether behind her waist , while she leant back , gazed upon her for a ...
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Fair Rosamond, Or, The Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance, Volumul 1 Thomas Miller Vizualizare fragmente - 1839 |
Fair Rosamond, Or, the Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance Thomas Miller Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2015 |
Fair Rosamond, Or, the Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance Thomas Miller Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2015 |
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 91 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 122 - Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus : the flame o' the taper Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids...