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Pàgina i
... hope ? The Critic . IN TWO VOLUMES . I. PARKER'S EDITION , REVISED AND CORRECTED , WITH A GENERAL PREFACE , AN INTRODUCTION ΤΟ EACH NOVEL , AND NOTES , HISTORICAL AND ILLUSTRATIVE , BY THE AUTHOR . PUBLISHED BY SAMUEL H. PARKER , BOSTON ...
... hope ? The Critic . IN TWO VOLUMES . I. PARKER'S EDITION , REVISED AND CORRECTED , WITH A GENERAL PREFACE , AN INTRODUCTION ΤΟ EACH NOVEL , AND NOTES , HISTORICAL AND ILLUSTRATIVE , BY THE AUTHOR . PUBLISHED BY SAMUEL H. PARKER , BOSTON ...
Pàgina 22
... hope , for thine imper- tinence , " said his entertainer . " That were more easily said than done , " answered Goldthred , indignantly ; " no , no - there was no breaking of heads - it's true he advanced his cudgel , and spoke of laying ...
... hope , for thine imper- tinence , " said his entertainer . " That were more easily said than done , " answered Goldthred , indignantly ; " no , no - there was no breaking of heads - it's true he advanced his cudgel , and spoke of laying ...
Pàgina 41
... hope of bettering myself , to be sure , " answered Lambourne , 66 as the old woman said when she leapt over the bridge at Kingston . Look you , this purse has all that is left of as round a sum as a man would wish to carry in his slop ...
... hope of bettering myself , to be sure , " answered Lambourne , 66 as the old woman said when she leapt over the bridge at Kingston . Look you , this purse has all that is left of as round a sum as a man would wish to carry in his slop ...
Pàgina 56
... speak thus of such a risk ! " said Fos- ter ; " you keep a stout heart , Master Varney - for me , if I did not hope to live many years , and to have time for the great work of repentance , I would not go 56 KENILWORTH .
... speak thus of such a risk ! " said Fos- ter ; " you keep a stout heart , Master Varney - for me , if I did not hope to live many years , and to have time for the great work of repentance , I would not go 56 KENILWORTH .
Pàgina 78
... hope that faithful ad- vice will not be bewrayed to my prejudice ? -I implore that " . my " Content thee , man - content thee ! " said the count- ess , " and quit my skirt - you are too bold to detain me -Content thyself , I think not ...
... hope that faithful ad- vice will not be bewrayed to my prejudice ? -I implore that " . my " Content thee , man - content thee ! " said the count- ess , " and quit my skirt - you are too bold to detain me -Content thyself , I think not ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Abbot of Abingdon Alasco Amy Robsart answered Varney Anthony Foster apartment attend Berkshire better betwixt Black Bear Blount called castle chamber cloak command countenance countess Countess of Leicester court courtiers Cumnor Cumnor-Place devil door dress Earl of Leicester Earl of Sussex earl's Elizabeth exclaimed eyes fair father favour fear Flibbertigibbet followed gentleman Giles Gosling gold Goldthred grace guest hand hastily hath head heard heart heaven hither honour horse host Hostler instantly Janet Kenilworth lady Lady Paget Laneham Leicester's look Lord Leicester Lord of Leicester lord's lordship madam Master Tressilian Master Varney mercer Mervyn's Michael Lambourne mistress night noble once person pleasure poor present queen Raleigh replied Varney Richard Varney secret seemed shalt silian Sir Hugh Robsart speak stood sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought thyself Tony Foster Tower Wayland Smith word yonder
Passatges populars
Pàgina ix - s their estate; To smile for joy than sigh for woe — To be content — than to be great. " How far less blest am I than them — Daily to pine and waste with care! Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air. " Nor, cruel Earl ! can I enjoy The humble charms of solitude; Your minions proud my peace destroy, By sullen frowns or pratings rude. " Last night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess,...
Pàgina 241 - Flying between the cold moon and the Earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the West, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's...
Pàgina viii - And when you first to me made suit, How fair I was, you oft would say! And proud of conquest, plucked the fruit, Then left the blossom to decay.
Pàgina 74 - ... inner court, and bearing in the names attached to each portion of the magnificent mass, and in the armorial bearings which were there blazoned, the emblems of mighty chiefs who had long passed away, and whose history, could Ambition have lent ear to it, might have read a lesson to the haughty favourite, who had now acquired and was augmenting the fair domain. A large and massive Keep, which formed the citadel of the Castle, was of uncertain though great antiquity. It bore the name of Caesar,...
Pàgina 184 - What man that sees the ever whirling wheel Of Chance, the which all mortal things doth sway, But that thereby doth find and plainly feel, How Mutability in them doth play Her cruel sports to many men's decay.
Pàgina ix - Why didst thou praise my humble charms, And oh! then leave them to decay? Why didst thou win me to thy arms, Then leave to mourn the livelong day? " The village maidens of the plain Salute me lowly as they go; Envious they mark my silken train, Nor think a countess can have woe. "The simple nymphs, they little know How far more happy's their estate — To smile for joy — than sigh for woe — To be content — than to be great.
Pàgina viii - The dews of summer night did fall ; The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby.
Pàgina viii - s the same to thee. ' Not so the usage I received When happy in my father's hall ; No faithless husband then me grieved, No chilling fears did me appal.
Pàgina 197 - It is no longer mine," said Walter; "when Your Majesty's foot touched it, it became a fit mantle for a prince, but far too rich a one for its former owner.
Pàgina viii - Now nought was heard beneath the skies (The sounds of busy life were still), Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile. " Leicester," she cried, " is this thy love That thou so oft hast sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely grove, Immured in shameful privity...