Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... face , and lighted up his large blue eyes with a tenderness that looked not unlike the first kindling of love . There she lay , unconscious of those charms which drew forth many a sigh from the breasts of the group which had gathered ...
... face , and lighted up his large blue eyes with a tenderness that looked not unlike the first kindling of love . There she lay , unconscious of those charms which drew forth many a sigh from the breasts of the group which had gathered ...
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... face , not unlike the glory surrounding a saint . Her sweet lips were now slightly apart , and the returning breath came over her white and pearly teeth , like the gentle air stealing through a row of lilies . Here and there , too , the ...
... face , not unlike the glory surrounding a saint . Her sweet lips were now slightly apart , and the returning breath came over her white and pearly teeth , like the gentle air stealing through a row of lilies . Here and there , too , the ...
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... around his gorget and habergeon , and her own beautiful face look- ing unutterable love into his manly and replying countenance , she seemed like the figure of Peace newly alighted upon the earth , imploring the God of 32 FAIR ROSAMOND .
... around his gorget and habergeon , and her own beautiful face look- ing unutterable love into his manly and replying countenance , she seemed like the figure of Peace newly alighted upon the earth , imploring the God of 32 FAIR ROSAMOND .
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... face in his bosom , " why do I talk thus , when my heart is nearly broken through fear ! Oh ! tell me what thou meanest ? " " It is over now , " said he , arising and gently unloosing her arms . " I knew not what I said , so deep is my ...
... face in his bosom , " why do I talk thus , when my heart is nearly broken through fear ! Oh ! tell me what thou meanest ? " " It is over now , " said he , arising and gently unloosing her arms . " I knew not what I said , so deep is my ...
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... face was ruddy with health , and the model of good humour : " nevertheless I hold him a hawk good at the mount , and no mean bird at the stoop , while we are to await him by the king's orders , and for my part , whether he be falcon ...
... face was ruddy with health , and the model of good humour : " nevertheless I hold him a hawk good at the mount , and no mean bird at the stoop , while we are to await him by the king's orders , and for my part , whether he be falcon ...
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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...