KenilworthSamuel H. Parker, 1836 |
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Pàgina 8
... look of a dog with a bottle at its tail , and wore a coat every rag of which was bidding good - day to the rest . " " O , men pick up good apparel in the wars , ” replied the guest . 66 was more “ Our Mike , ” answered the landlord ...
... look of a dog with a bottle at its tail , and wore a coat every rag of which was bidding good - day to the rest . " " O , men pick up good apparel in the wars , ” replied the guest . 66 was more “ Our Mike , ” answered the landlord ...
Pàgina 20
... look on her . " " How ! " said Tressilian , who now for the first time interfered in their conversation , " did ye not say this Fos- ter was married , and to a precisian ? ” " Married he was , and to as bitter a precisian as ever eat ...
... look on her . " " How ! " said Tressilian , who now for the first time interfered in their conversation , " did ye not say this Fos- ter was married , and to a precisian ? ” " Married he was , and to as bitter a precisian as ever eat ...
Pàgina 22
... look at her ; for just as I was about to give her the good time of day , and for that purpose had puckered my features with a smile " . " Like those of a jackanape , simpering at a chesnut , " said Michael Lambourne . 66 -Up started of ...
... look at her ; for just as I was about to give her the good time of day , and for that purpose had puckered my features with a smile " . " Like those of a jackanape , simpering at a chesnut , " said Michael Lambourne . 66 -Up started of ...
Pàgina 28
... look after mine Eve , Mike , and so content thee . - But how brave thou be'st , lad ! To look on thee now , and compare thee with Mas- ter Tressilian here , in his sad - coloured riding - suit , who would not say that thou wert the real ...
... look after mine Eve , Mike , and so content thee . - But how brave thou be'st , lad ! To look on thee now , and compare thee with Mas- ter Tressilian here , in his sad - coloured riding - suit , who would not say that thou wert the real ...
Pàgina 41
... Look you , this purse has all that is left of as round a sum as a man would wish to carry in his slop - pouch . You are here well established , it would seem , and , as I think , well befriended , for men talk of thy being under some ...
... Look you , this purse has all that is left of as round a sum as a man would wish to carry in his slop - pouch . You are here well established , it would seem , and , as I think , well befriended , for men talk of thy being under some ...
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...