The Waverley novels, Volum 12 |
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Alasco Amy Robsart answered Varney Anthony Foster apartment attend beauty betwixt Black Bear Blount Castle chamber cloak cloth Coloured 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 Fcap fear Flibbertigibbet followed gentleman Giles Gosling gilt edges gold Goldthred Grace gracious guest hand HARRISON WEIR hastily hath heard Heaven honour horse host Illustrations instantly J. G. WOOD Janet journey Kenilworth Kenilworth Castle lady Lady Paget Laneham Leicester's look Lord Leicester Lord of Leicester lordship madam Master Tressilian Mervyn's Michael Lambourne Mike mistress night noble once person pleasure present Queen Raleigh replied Lambourne replied Varney Richard Varney royal secret seemed Sir Hugh Robsart speak sword thee thine thou art thou hast thought thyself Tony Foster Tower vols Wayland Smith word yonder
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Pàgina 12 - Wo was the hour— for never more That hapless Countess e'er was seen ! And in that Manor now no more Is cheerful feast and sprightly ball ; For ever since that dreary hour Have spirits haunted Cumnor Hall. The village maids, with fearful glance, Avoid the ancient moss-grown wall ; Nor ever lead the merry dance, Among the groves of Cumnor Hall. Full many a traveller oft hath sighed. And pensive wept the Countess' fall, As wandering onwards they've espied The haunted towers of Cumnor Hall.
Pàgina 320 - THE HISTORY OF DON QUIXOTE DE LA MANCHA. Translated from the Spanish of MIGUEL DE CERVANTES SAAVEDRA by MOTTEUX. With copious Notes (including the Spanish Ballads), and an Essay on the Life and Writings of CERVANTES by JOHN G. LOCKHART. Preceded by a Short Notice of the Life and Works of PETER ANTHONY MOTTEUX by HENRI VAN LAUN. Illustrated with Sixteen Original Etchings by R. DE Los Rios.
Pàgina 158 - 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 watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Pàgina 126 - At this moment the gates opened, and ushers began to issue forth in array, preceded and flanked by the band of gentlemen pensioners. After this, amid a crowd of lords and ladies, yet so disposed around her that she could see and be seen on all sides, came Elizabeth herself, then in the prime of womanhood, and in the full glow of what in a sovereign was called beauty, and who would in the lowest rank of life have been truly judged a noble figure, joined to a striking and commanding physiognomy.
Pàgina 174 - Perfume for a lady's chamber ; Golden quoifs and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears: Pins and poking-sticks of steel. What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry : Come buy.
Pàgina 126 - The young cavalier we have so often mentioned had probably never yet approached so near the person of his Sovereign, and he pressed forward as far as the line of warders permitted, in order to avail himself of the present opportunity. His companion, on the contrary...
Pàgina 288 - And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe...
Pàgina 47 - He again paced the room in silence, stopped, filled and drank a cup of wine, as if to compose the agitation of his mind ; and muttering, " Now for a close heart, and an open and unruffled brow,
Pàgina 128 - Walter waited patiently until the queen had done, and then modestly assured her that gold was still less in his wish than the raiment her majesty had before offered. "How, boy! " said the queen, "neither gold nor garment? What is it thou wouldst have of me, then?
Pàgina 12 - And many a boding seems to say, •' Countess, prepare, thy end is near ! ' " Thus sore and sad that lady grieved, In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear ; And many a heartfelt sigh she heaved, And let fall many a bitter tear. And ere the dawn of day...