The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat TylerCarey, Lea and Blanchard, 1835 - 294 oldal |
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24. oldal
... Richard ; while there shone a fire in the full dark eyes , which betokened the ambitious spirit that was to animate the future lord of Dublin and sovereign of Ireland . Sparkling with jewels , and attired in a white satin robe , the ...
... Richard ; while there shone a fire in the full dark eyes , which betokened the ambitious spirit that was to animate the future lord of Dublin and sovereign of Ireland . Sparkling with jewels , and attired in a white satin robe , the ...
90. oldal
... Richard , then a well - grown boy of eleven , with a countenance the early bloom of which was brightened by an eye of singular intelligence , sat with the ease of a practised rider on a beautiful white palfrey . A cap of purple velvet ...
... Richard , then a well - grown boy of eleven , with a countenance the early bloom of which was brightened by an eye of singular intelligence , sat with the ease of a practised rider on a beautiful white palfrey . A cap of purple velvet ...
91. oldal
... Richard . They then took , from the vase on their left , a handful of golden leaves , which they wafted towards the young king , and concluded by shower- ing a number of counterfeit gold florences on his head . Richard , after tasting ...
... Richard . They then took , from the vase on their left , a handful of golden leaves , which they wafted towards the young king , and concluded by shower- ing a number of counterfeit gold florences on his head . Richard , after tasting ...
92. oldal
... Richard , satisfied with shows and revelry , left Westminster , and retired with his mother , the fair Joan of Kent , to Kensington , to rest , as it were , his young head upon the maternal bosom . But even here the officious loyalty of ...
... Richard , satisfied with shows and revelry , left Westminster , and retired with his mother , the fair Joan of Kent , to Kensington , to rest , as it were , his young head upon the maternal bosom . But even here the officious loyalty of ...
93. oldal
... Richard and then addressing Lancaster , " he is a monk of our late abbey at Winchcombe , whom , for certain acts of rebellion to our authority , we ex- pelled . " " Why , monk , ” asked Richard quickly , " why dost thou appeal to us ...
... Richard and then addressing Lancaster , " he is a monk of our late abbey at Winchcombe , whom , for certain acts of rebellion to our authority , we ex- pelled . " " Why , monk , ” asked Richard quickly , " why dost thou appeal to us ...
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The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat Tyler (Classic Reprint) Mrs. O'Neill Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat Tyler (Classic Reprint) Mrs. O'neill Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
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abbot answer arms asked baron baroness beauty Black Jack bondman Boteler's breath Calverley's cheek child cottage countenance dark door Edith Holgrave entered esquire eyes Father John feeling galleyman gaze glance Gloucester gold grave green wax Hailes Abbey hall hand head heard heart Holgrave's holy hour instant instantly interrupted Isabella Jack Straw John Ball John Byles John Kirkby John Oakley king knave lady lips look Lord de Boteler Lucy Margaret Mary Byles Master Calverley merchet monk mother never night noble o'er Oakley pale passed paused prisoner replied Holgrave returned Richard round royal rushed Scottish lassie shout Simon Sudbury smile smith soul speak spirit step Stephen Holgrave steward stood strange stranger Sudbury Sudley Castle tell thee thing thou thought Tom Merritt tone tumbrel turned vassals villeins voice Wat Turner Wat Tyler wife Winchcombe woman writ yeoman
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163. oldal - 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.
192. oldal - 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...
89. oldal - The merchants of these things, which were made rich by her, shall stand afar off for the fear of her torment, weeping and wailing, and saying; Alas, alas, that great city, that was clothed in fine linen and purple and scarlet, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls ! For in one hour so great riches is come to nought.
187. oldal - THE world is full of poetry — the air Is living with its spirit ; and the waves Dance to the music of its melodies, And sparkle in its brightness. Earth is veiled And mantled with its beauty ; and the walls. That close the universe with crystal in, Are eloquent with voices, that proclaim The unseen glories of immensity, In harmonies too perfect and too high For aught but beings of celestial mould, And speak to man in one eternal hymn,. Unfading beauty, and unyielding power.
169. oldal - Yet more, the depths have more ! — what wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies ! — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ; Earth claims not these again.
170. oldal - And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold. I love you for lulling me back into dreams Of the blue Highland mountains and echoing streams, And of...
158. oldal - 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.
192. oldal - 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...
167. oldal - Their graves are severed, far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight. Where are those dreamers now. One, 'midst the forests of the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
178. oldal - midst the silence of the stars I wake, And watch for thy dear sake. " And thou, will slumber's dewy cloud fall round thee, Without thy mother's hand to smooth thy bed ? Wilt thou not vainly spread Thine arms, when darkness as a veil hath wound thee, To fold my neck, and lift up, in thy fear, A cry which none shall hear?