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Pagina 31
... hand . They had gone out on horses , for Severus , although the soles of his feet had been punctured on account of ... hands elude the vengeful ire ; Let not the babe within his mother's womb , Babe tho ' he be , avoid the mournful doom ...
... hand . They had gone out on horses , for Severus , although the soles of his feet had been punctured on account of ... hands elude the vengeful ire ; Let not the babe within his mother's womb , Babe tho ' he be , avoid the mournful doom ...
Pagina 53
... hands have torn the pebbles up ; Whose gnashing teeth have ground the very sand . Nay , some I've seen among those ... hand : It must be him . ( Voice again . ) Baldwick ! Third Cairl ( going up to the body from whence the voice came ...
... hands have torn the pebbles up ; Whose gnashing teeth have ground the very sand . Nay , some I've seen among those ... hand : It must be him . ( Voice again . ) Baldwick ! Third Cairl ( going up to the body from whence the voice came ...
Pagina 55
... hands have press'd on thy cold heart I'll not believe it . Third Cairl . Ah , gentle maiden ! many a maiden's love ... hand and muttering curses upon Mollo's son , as he crosses the stage . The scene closes . ) 15. THE CONVERSION OF ...
... hands have press'd on thy cold heart I'll not believe it . Third Cairl . Ah , gentle maiden ! many a maiden's love ... hand and muttering curses upon Mollo's son , as he crosses the stage . The scene closes . ) 15. THE CONVERSION OF ...
Pagina 56
... hand , he employed Wilberch , a young monk of the house , to write under his dictation . While thus occupied he grew worse and very weak . The young monk , observing this , said— " There remains now only one chapter to do ; but it seems ...
... hand , he employed Wilberch , a young monk of the house , to write under his dictation . While thus occupied he grew worse and very weak . The young monk , observing this , said— " There remains now only one chapter to do ; but it seems ...
Pagina 64
... hand , he gains a ready entrance into the Danish camp ; and as he amuses these idle warriors with songs and interludes , he espies all their sloth and negligence , and hears much of their counsels and plans . The Danes love his company ...
... hand , he gains a ready entrance into the Danish camp ; and as he amuses these idle warriors with songs and interludes , he espies all their sloth and negligence , and hears much of their counsels and plans . The Danes love his company ...
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ancient Anglo-Saxon Anne Boleyn archbishop Archbishop of Canterbury arms army barons battle Becket bishop blood brother Cæsar Calais called Canute castle cause church commanded Conqueror conquest council court crown Danes daughter death declared duke Duke of York earl Edward Edward II Elizabeth enemies English Enter Essex father favour fear force France French king friends hand Harold hast hath head heart heaven Henry II holy honour horse Ireland John King Henry king of England king of France king of Scots King Richard king's kingdom knights lady land Lanfranc London lord marriage married Mary Mercia monks never noble Norman Normandy oath parliament peace person Philip pope possession priest prince prisoner queen reign Roman Rome royal Saxon Scotland Scots sent SHAKSPERE slain soldiers soul sword thee things Thomas à Becket thou throne took Tower town unto William words
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Pagina 166 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects
Pagina 169 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — • Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 129 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Pagina 166 - To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Pagina 69 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king...
Pagina 218 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pagina 220 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pagina 168 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks : A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea.
Pagina 312 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Pagina 101 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.