KenilworthSamuel H. Parker, 1836 |
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Pàgina 10
... young Lawrence Goldthred , the cutting mercer of Abingdon , " that were a likely coast to trade to . And what may lawns , cyprus- es . and ribands fetch , where gold is so plenty ? " " O , the profit were unutterable , " replied 10 ...
... young Lawrence Goldthred , the cutting mercer of Abingdon , " that were a likely coast to trade to . And what may lawns , cyprus- es . and ribands fetch , where gold is so plenty ? " " O , the profit were unutterable , " replied 10 ...
Pàgina 11
... young merchant bears the pack himself ; for the ladies of that clime are bona - robas , and being themselves somewhat sun - burnt , they catch fire like tinder at a fresh complexion like thine , with a head of hair inclining to be red ...
... young merchant bears the pack himself ; for the ladies of that clime are bona - robas , and being themselves somewhat sun - burnt , they catch fire like tinder at a fresh complexion like thine , with a head of hair inclining to be red ...
Pàgina 17
... young Master Launcelot ? Merchant of Venice . AFTER Some brief interval , Master Goldthred , at the earnest instigation of mine host , and the joyous concur- rence of his guests , indulged the company with the follow- ing morsel of ...
... young Master Launcelot ? Merchant of Venice . AFTER Some brief interval , Master Goldthred , at the earnest instigation of mine host , and the joyous concur- rence of his guests , indulged the company with the follow- ing morsel of ...
Pàgina 20
... altogether so - but curiosity , thou knowest , and a strain of compassion withal , -for the poor young lady sees nothing from morn to even but Tony Foster , with his scowling black brows , his bull's head , 20 KENILWORTH .
... altogether so - but curiosity , thou knowest , and a strain of compassion withal , -for the poor young lady sees nothing from morn to even but Tony Foster , with his scowling black brows , his bull's head , 20 KENILWORTH .
Pàgina 44
... young lady , ( she was not above eighteen years old ) who ran joyfully towards him , and , pulling him by the cloak , said playfully , Nay , my sweet friend , after I have waited for you so long , you come not to my bower to play the ...
... young lady , ( she was not above eighteen years old ) who ran joyfully towards him , and , pulling him by the cloak , said playfully , Nay , my sweet friend , after I have waited for you so long , you come not to my bower to play the ...
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...