Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... Gryme , as faithful a monk as ever left a monastery to serve a master , and the only one who remained true through every change of fortune . " Bring me water , said Becket to the attendant , " and let me wash off all traces of this ...
... Gryme , as faithful a monk as ever left a monastery to serve a master , and the only one who remained true through every change of fortune . " Bring me water , said Becket to the attendant , " and let me wash off all traces of this ...
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... Gryme , folding his hands together , " you possess more knowledge on such matters than your unworthy servant , and the answer must come from your own heart . " " Ah ! ' tis there that the armour pinches , " replied Becket . " I would ...
... Gryme , folding his hands together , " you possess more knowledge on such matters than your unworthy servant , and the answer must come from your own heart . " " Ah ! ' tis there that the armour pinches , " replied Becket . " I would ...
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... Gryme ? —the king hath all but planted my foot upon it , shall I ascend ? " - " If by so doing thou canst benefit our op- pressed race , " replied the monk , who was him- self a Saxon , " ascend in Heaven's name . " " Thou knowest not ...
... Gryme ? —the king hath all but planted my foot upon it , shall I ascend ? " - " If by so doing thou canst benefit our op- pressed race , " replied the monk , who was him- self a Saxon , " ascend in Heaven's name . " " Thou knowest not ...
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... Gryme in amazement ; " assuredly you aim not at so high a station ? And yet , " added he , " could you once shake off this gay court - life , I know no one worthier of so great an honour . ” " The king forgets , " continued Becket , fol ...
... Gryme in amazement ; " assuredly you aim not at so high a station ? And yet , " added he , " could you once shake off this gay court - life , I know no one worthier of so great an honour . ” " The king forgets , " continued Becket , fol ...
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... Gryme and Pierre de Vidal . The place itself was worthy of ranking among the wonders of the world ; for never was such a winding and mysterious mansion before erected . Nothing without indicated its exis- tence . A green ascent arose ...
... Gryme and Pierre de Vidal . The place itself was worthy of ranking among the wonders of the world ; for never was such a winding and mysterious mansion before erected . Nothing without indicated its exis- tence . A green ascent arose ...
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Fair Rosamond, Or, the Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance Thomas Miller Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Fair Rosamond, Or, the Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance Thomas Miller Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 91 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 122 - Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus : the flame o' the taper Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids...