The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat TylerWallis & Newell, 1835 - 192 Seiten |
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... lady should consider him too old for the stewardship , to the poor varlet who fed the dogs , and the dirty nief who scoured the platters . This anxiety in- creased when a messenger arrived to announce that the noble party were on the ...
... lady should consider him too old for the stewardship , to the poor varlet who fed the dogs , and the dirty nief who scoured the platters . This anxiety in- creased when a messenger arrived to announce that the noble party were on the ...
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... lady , and mounted on a dark , fiery charger , which with difficulty he could rein in to the slow pace of the palfrey . On the left of the lady Isabella was her brother , young Robert de Vere , and though but a boy , one might have read ...
... lady , and mounted on a dark , fiery charger , which with difficulty he could rein in to the slow pace of the palfrey . On the left of the lady Isabella was her brother , young Robert de Vere , and though but a boy , one might have read ...
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... Lady Anne to needlework ! " - - You are accustomed " Yes , my lady before I was married I obtained my support by making the vestments for some of the monks at Hailes Abbey . " " Indeed ! very well and you are this young person's mother ...
... Lady Anne to needlework ! " - - You are accustomed " Yes , my lady before I was married I obtained my support by making the vestments for some of the monks at Hailes Abbey . " " Indeed ! very well and you are this young person's mother ...
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... lady and her babe were buried ! " " Suppose I am - think you they will sleep the worse because I stand on their grave ? Oh ! it is a fine thing , " he continued , as if following up some reflection in his mind , " to bury those we hate ...
... lady and her babe were buried ! " " Suppose I am - think you they will sleep the worse because I stand on their grave ? Oh ! it is a fine thing , " he continued , as if following up some reflection in his mind , " to bury those we hate ...
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... Lady Isabella . - " De Boteler , " said the lady , rising from her seat when her eyes had run over the writing , " this woman shall not escape justice . Go , my lord remember your murdered child , and compromise not with those who would ...
... Lady Isabella . - " De Boteler , " said the lady , rising from her seat when her eyes had run over the writing , " this woman shall not escape justice . Go , my lord remember your murdered child , and compromise not with those who would ...
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Agnes Allan arms asked bairns baron beautiful better Black Jack blessed bondman Boteler brow Byles Calverley castle Charles Barnett cheek child cottage countenance cried dark dear door Edith entered exclaimed eyes face Father John fear feelings felt frae galleyman gaze girl Grace Hailes Abbey hand happy head heard heart heaven hour husband instant instantly Jack Straw John Ball Joseph Huntley knew lady lassie lips Lochaber look lord Margaret Marian Mary Byles master mind monk morning mother never night noble Oakley passed paused poor puir replied returned Robert Knowles round silent Simon Simon Sudbury sister smile soul speak spirit Stephen Holgrave steward stood Sudley Sunderland tears tell thee thing thought told Tom Merritt tone took turned Turner Tyler villeins voice Wat Tyler wife Winchcombe wish woman word young
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Seite 160 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies now — upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snowwhite crest; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 160 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme today the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 190 - And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven. And sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
Seite 41 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Seite 161 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Seite 165 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep : He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Seite 190 - And I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire...
Seite 160 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Seite 117 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes...
Seite 156 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely, been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.