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... dead in its dim vaults from the cares of earth , and pointing the hope of the living to Heaven - the me- mories of domestic love , of ancient customs , of household joys and sorrows - unite to form the charm which endears the old Manor ...
... dead in its dim vaults from the cares of earth , and pointing the hope of the living to Heaven - the me- mories of domestic love , of ancient customs , of household joys and sorrows - unite to form the charm which endears the old Manor ...
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... Dead ! And the youngest , and only surviving son , is an idiot ! -But I must give my good foster - mother a passing greeting , or she will never forgive me . " And he called loudly on the name of Maude Per- rot . A slight bustle was ...
... Dead ! And the youngest , and only surviving son , is an idiot ! -But I must give my good foster - mother a passing greeting , or she will never forgive me . " And he called loudly on the name of Maude Per- rot . A slight bustle was ...
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... dead , and told me their dark secrets , and bade me curse those who scorned me ; and where that curse fell came ever sorrow and sin . " 66 66 66 Unhappy woman , " said the Franciscan , thy words are surely the ravings of mad- ness . Do ...
... dead , and told me their dark secrets , and bade me curse those who scorned me ; and where that curse fell came ever sorrow and sin . " 66 66 66 Unhappy woman , " said the Franciscan , thy words are surely the ravings of mad- ness . Do ...
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... dead . I slew the caitiff on the spot , but came too late to save my friend , who had been stabbed in the back by the wretch with a whittle . I sent Dickon , who was with me , back to the city , to arouse the burghers and bring aid ...
... dead . I slew the caitiff on the spot , but came too late to save my friend , who had been stabbed in the back by the wretch with a whittle . I sent Dickon , who was with me , back to the city , to arouse the burghers and bring aid ...
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... dead - murdered -cut off in the morning of his life , on the eve of his bridal , by the knife of an un- known and infamous assassin . Sincere and bitter were the tears shed to his memory by his nurse's child , and for a time she was ...
... dead - murdered -cut off in the morning of his life , on the eve of his bridal , by the knife of an un- known and infamous assassin . Sincere and bitter were the tears shed to his memory by his nurse's child , and for a time she was ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alinor answered Artois asked Baron Fitzwalter Baynard's Castle beauty beheld beside betrothed brave brother brow captive chamber churl Cicely Fitzwalter companion Constance de Lingard Count d'Artois Count of Artois crusaders Cyprus Damietta damsel dark daugh daughter dead death deep Dickon Duke of Burgundy eagerly English Eudocia Eudocia Comnena exclaimed eyes fair fair lady father fear Fitz gallant gazed gentle girl Grace guerite Hall hand hast hath heard Heaven holy honour hope Joinville King Louis Knight of Leighton Lady Cicely Lady Fitzeustace Limisso listened looked lord Lord Fitzwalter Lucy maiden morning murderer never noble Oriflamme pale Paul Comnenus paused Perrot poor pray priest Prince Provençal ransom Regnier replied Robert of Artois royal Saracen Seneschal silent Sir Edmund Fitzwalter Sir Knight smile sorrow spirit spoke squire stood sweet tell thank thee thou thought tone Trafford truth turned Venetian Wilfred young knight youth
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Página 89 - And every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my name's sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life.
Página 299 - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Página 265 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
Página 33 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Página 169 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Página 3 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
Página 21 - ... there's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.
Página 226 - And on his breast a bloody cross he bore, The dear remembrance of his dying Lord. For whose sweet sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead (as living) ever him adored: Upon his shield the like was also scored, For sovereign hope, which in his help he had...
Página 28 - ... this situation, the Earl of Artois sore repented of his headstrong rashness, when it was too late; and, seeing Earl William Longespee fighting bravely against the chief brunt of the enemy, he called out to him in a cowardly manner to flee, as God fought against them. But William bravely answered, "God forbid that my father's son should flee from the face of a Saracen.
Página 3 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green sward : nothing she does or seems, But smacks of something greater than herself; Too noble for this place.