Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... closed over those bright orbs , and showed their purple and veiny lines , freaked and figured like the irregular tracery of flowers . Above them spanned her nobly arched and finely marked brows , just varying as much from the colour of ...
... closed over those bright orbs , and showed their purple and veiny lines , freaked and figured like the irregular tracery of flowers . Above them spanned her nobly arched and finely marked brows , just varying as much from the colour of ...
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... closed upon thine image , they would never open again for fear it should escape them . " " An ' thou wilt take my image to thy heart , as I have thine , ' twill never want to stray , " replied she , unbuckling his coat of mail . " Thou ...
... closed upon thine image , they would never open again for fear it should escape them . " " An ' thou wilt take my image to thy heart , as I have thine , ' twill never want to stray , " replied she , unbuckling his coat of mail . " Thou ...
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... closed the door gently with one hand , while with the other he shaded the light , ere he ventured to turn round and look at the sleeper . As he stood with one foot firmly planted on the floor , and the other resting a tip - toe , while ...
... closed the door gently with one hand , while with the other he shaded the light , ere he ventured to turn round and look at the sleeper . As he stood with one foot firmly planted on the floor , and the other resting a tip - toe , while ...
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... - ever , crushed two of the soldiers to atoms as it fell , who were bending over the embrasures , to hurl fragments of stone upon the archers . The meeting of the combatants was terrible : they closed upon 186 FAIR ROSAMOND .
... - ever , crushed two of the soldiers to atoms as it fell , who were bending over the embrasures , to hurl fragments of stone upon the archers . The meeting of the combatants was terrible : they closed upon 186 FAIR ROSAMOND .
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Thomas Miller. meeting of the combatants was terrible : they closed upon each other with the fury of tigers ; they wrestled and struggled together , and many a bold warrior fell from the steep height to the depth of an hundred feet ...
Thomas Miller. meeting of the combatants was terrible : they closed upon each other with the fury of tigers ; they wrestled and struggled together , and many a bold warrior fell from the steep height to the depth of an hundred feet ...
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Fair Rosamond, Or, The Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance, Volumen1 Thomas Miller Vista de fragmentos - 1839 |
Fair Rosamond, Or, the Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance Thomas Miller Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Fair Rosamond, Or, the Days of King Henry II: An Historical Romance Thomas Miller Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 91 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 122 - Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus : the flame o' the taper Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids...