Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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Pagina 28
... thine own life , journeying over those perilous paths , and thou far away , dreaming of the death to which he is exposed , or pining to be a par- taker of his dangers . " to ' Mayhap I have not , " replied Maud some- what tartly ; " but ...
... thine own life , journeying over those perilous paths , and thou far away , dreaming of the death to which he is exposed , or pining to be a par- taker of his dangers . " to ' Mayhap I have not , " replied Maud some- what tartly ; " but ...
Pagina 31
... thine ab- sence : I know thou wilt not . " He only replied by pressing her closer to his mailed bosom ; and she returned the caress with an earnestness that echoed from heart to heart , as they vibrated in FAIR ROSAMOND . 31.
... thine ab- sence : I know thou wilt not . " He only replied by pressing her closer to his mailed bosom ; and she returned the caress with an earnestness that echoed from heart to heart , as they vibrated in FAIR ROSAMOND . 31.
Pagina 32
... thine ar- mour , " said she ; attempting with her long white fingers to remove the hauberk : " Why didst thou place this cold mail between thy heart and mine after such a long absence ? " The warrior replied not , for his heart seemed ...
... thine ar- mour , " said she ; attempting with her long white fingers to remove the hauberk : " Why didst thou place this cold mail between thy heart and mine after such a long absence ? " The warrior replied not , for his heart seemed ...
Pagina 33
... thine armour , my love , " continued she , in a voice so low and sweet , that it thrilled like plaintive music through his heart , and he seemed spell - bound under its utterance . " Un- loose these envious buckles , and rough rivets ...
... thine armour , my love , " continued she , in a voice so low and sweet , that it thrilled like plaintive music through his heart , and he seemed spell - bound under its utterance . " Un- loose these envious buckles , and rough rivets ...
Pagina 35
... thine own figure among the ladies of the land , as much as to be with me ? " " Nay , my valiant lord , " replied she , " I have no wish to see these things ; for well do I wot that Henry hath not a nobler knight in his train FAIR ...
... thine own figure among the ladies of the land , as much as to be with me ? " " Nay , my valiant lord , " replied she , " I have no wish to see these things ; for well do I wot that Henry hath not a nobler knight in his train FAIR ...
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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...