Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... seen could never be forgotten ; and there was some- thing in his fine noble countenance , which re- sembled the majestic features of a lion at repose . Although not beyond the middle size , yet there was so much natural dignity and ...
... seen could never be forgotten ; and there was some- thing in his fine noble countenance , which re- sembled the majestic features of a lion at repose . Although not beyond the middle size , yet there was so much natural dignity and ...
Pagina 49
... seen them bad of the nares , me- grims , or fillanders , -answer me Rantin Rufus ? and cast thy gorge , like a foul kite as thou art . " " Ah ! thou wouldst make but a sorry falconer , with that crusty humour of thine , " continued ...
... seen them bad of the nares , me- grims , or fillanders , -answer me Rantin Rufus ? and cast thy gorge , like a foul kite as thou art . " " Ah ! thou wouldst make but a sorry falconer , with that crusty humour of thine , " continued ...
Pagina 51
... seen in the act of throwing up a falcon before the knight had given the order , were difficult to tell . He , however , cast his eyes upon the ground , and began to whistle a low ancient air , at which the groom said , " Surely thou ...
... seen in the act of throwing up a falcon before the knight had given the order , were difficult to tell . He , however , cast his eyes upon the ground , and began to whistle a low ancient air , at which the groom said , " Surely thou ...
Pagina 71
... softness to the sound , " thou hast not , I trust , come to quarrel with me at a time like this , when I have so much need of thy kind service . " Had Eleanor but seen the expression of Ugglethred's countenance while FAIR ROSAMOND . 71.
... softness to the sound , " thou hast not , I trust , come to quarrel with me at a time like this , when I have so much need of thy kind service . " Had Eleanor but seen the expression of Ugglethred's countenance while FAIR ROSAMOND . 71.
Pagina 72
Thomas Miller. Had Eleanor but seen the expression of Ugglethred's countenance while she spoke thus , she could scarcely have resisted striking him to the earth , for never did a more demonaical spirit lurk in the human features . But he ...
Thomas Miller. Had Eleanor but seen the expression of Ugglethred's countenance while she spoke thus , she could scarcely have resisted striking him to the earth , for never did a more demonaical spirit lurk in the human features . But he ...
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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...