Lady Jane Grey; an historical romance, Volumul 1Lea & Blanchard, 1840 |
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Pagina 3
... dark umbrage of the distant hill . High above the surrounding scenery , and occupying the very eminence on which the Ob- servatory now stands , rose the grey and battle- mented towers of Greenwich castle , then a strong fortress , from ...
... dark umbrage of the distant hill . High above the surrounding scenery , and occupying the very eminence on which the Ob- servatory now stands , rose the grey and battle- mented towers of Greenwich castle , then a strong fortress , from ...
Pagina 5
... dark green boughs by which it was overshadowed , and whose moisture fed an hundred varieties of moss and lichen , that vege- tated on the thatched roof , and gave it that grey and melancholy look we so much admire in the paintings of a ...
... dark green boughs by which it was overshadowed , and whose moisture fed an hundred varieties of moss and lichen , that vege- tated on the thatched roof , and gave it that grey and melancholy look we so much admire in the paintings of a ...
Pagina 6
... Dark Valley . The hut itself would doubtless long before have fallen to decay , had not the capricious tyrant , ( to ... darkness of the underwood . Within the cottage sat the lonely and aged in- habitant 6 LADY JANE GREY .
... Dark Valley . The hut itself would doubtless long before have fallen to decay , had not the capricious tyrant , ( to ... darkness of the underwood . Within the cottage sat the lonely and aged in- habitant 6 LADY JANE GREY .
Pagina 7
... dark , now wore a hue almost approaching to blackness , and rendered yet more striking the strongly marked outline of her features . The nose was large and hooked like the beak of a sparrow - hawk , and as old age had deprived her of ...
... dark , now wore a hue almost approaching to blackness , and rendered yet more striking the strongly marked outline of her features . The nose was large and hooked like the beak of a sparrow - hawk , and as old age had deprived her of ...
Pagina 8
Thomas Miller. some deep and dark , and branching into a variety of angles and fanciful forms . But the most striking part of her countenance was the deep - sunk and piercing black eyes , which seemed to glow with a fiercer fire than had ...
Thomas Miller. some deep and dark , and branching into a variety of angles and fanciful forms . But the most striking part of her countenance was the deep - sunk and piercing black eyes , which seemed to glow with a fiercer fire than had ...
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added answered arms Arundel aught beautiful beggar blood brow Cecil cheek cold countenance crown dare dark death deep devil drawer Dudley Duke Duke of Northumberland Duke of Suffolk Duskena Earl Earl of Arundel Edward exclaimed eyes faith fear Feckenham feel fell gazed Gilbert Pots give glance gold Grace Guilford Dudley hand hath head heard heart Heaven holy hour King knave Lady Jane Grey late letter lips look Lord Dudley Lord Wardour matter mother neck never night Ninion Saunders nobles Northumberland old hag old woman once palace passed pillory prayer Princess Mary prison Queen Mary raised replied silence Sir Thomas Wyatt Sir William Cecil smile sound spoke stood sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou didst thou hast thou wilt thou wouldst thought throne throw thyself Tower traitors vengeance voice waiting wish young
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Pagina 209 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!
Pagina 69 - Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter Cromwell, amazedly.
Pagina 242 - JANE, by the grace of God, Queen of England, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, and of the Church of England, and also of Ireland, under Christ, in Earth the supreme Head.
Pagina 77 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Pagina 184 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Pagina 222 - There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
Pagina 165 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Pagina 189 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Pagina 18 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Pagina 124 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.