Royston Gower, Or The Days of King JohnH. Colburn, 1838 |
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Pagina xi
... baron say , " Shall I have the pleasure of taking wine with you ? " or " " Pon honour I cannot drink more . " No ! they drank healths out of cups deeper than their own helmets- swore by saints , whose names were as rugged as their own ...
... baron say , " Shall I have the pleasure of taking wine with you ? " or " " Pon honour I cannot drink more . " No ! they drank healths out of cups deeper than their own helmets- swore by saints , whose names were as rugged as their own ...
Pagina 45
... baron , Sir Geoffrey de Marchmont . " " The king , your master , lacked brains , " said the captain , " if he thought that you would pass safely through this forest , with so much gold on your surcoat , when his officers are for ever ...
... baron , Sir Geoffrey de Marchmont . " " The king , your master , lacked brains , " said the captain , " if he thought that you would pass safely through this forest , with so much gold on your surcoat , when his officers are for ever ...
Pagina 60
... baron slept . Sometimes the helmet of a warder or senti- nel , glittered above the lofty turrets as he paced to and fro on his watch , or paused to look at the lovely scene sleeping beneath . The outlaw gazed upon the lofty pile that ...
... baron slept . Sometimes the helmet of a warder or senti- nel , glittered above the lofty turrets as he paced to and fro on his watch , or paused to look at the lovely scene sleeping beneath . The outlaw gazed upon the lofty pile that ...
Pagina 63
... baron , and all his followers to the ramparts . " " An ' thou doest that , " replied the warder , " I will send a bolt into thy brain that shall stop thy blowing for ever . " Then calling below to some of his companions , he said ...
... baron , and all his followers to the ramparts . " " An ' thou doest that , " replied the warder , " I will send a bolt into thy brain that shall stop thy blowing for ever . " Then calling below to some of his companions , he said ...
Pagina 67
... baron , not even daring to look upon his countenance ; but each appeared bent upon examining his arblast , mangonel , or bow ; shrinking aside , through a similar instinct to that which causes a dog to shun his ill - humoured master ...
... baron , not even daring to look upon his countenance ; but each appeared bent upon examining his arblast , mangonel , or bow ; shrinking aside , through a similar instinct to that which causes a dog to shun his ill - humoured master ...
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archer armour aught baron beautiful beside blood blow branches brave brow canst castle chase Clifton companion countenance daring dark death deed deep deer donjon Druth dwarf Edwin Elfrida Elwerwolf escape exclaimed eyes fair lady fear followers forest forest of Sherwood friar Geoffrey de Marchmont glade glance Gloomglendell hand hart hath head heard heart heaven Hereward the Saxon hounds Hugh de Lacy John of Chester keeper King John knave knight knowest Lacy lady lance leech liege Little John look loud maiden majesty Margaret Marry matter merry methinks never Newstead noble Norman numbers outlaw palace Papplewick passed postern priory prisoner rangers replied Robert Fitz Walter Robin Hood Royston Gower rude saints seemed shaft Sherwood silence Sir Geoffrey soldier sound spoke steed stood struck sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou mayest thou wilt thought thyself tree trow voice wild
Populaire passages
Pagina 148 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Pagina 48 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone ; The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loophole grates where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Pagina 84 - Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt...
Pagina 235 - Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Pagina 256 - Satan except, none higher sat, with grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air...
Pagina 237 - Alas ! the love of women ! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing ; For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, And if 'tis lost, life hath no more to bring To them but mockeries of the past alone...
Pagina 227 - Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be...
Pagina 140 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, Who sees them is undone ; For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Katherine pear, The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin ; Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly ; But Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
Pagina 48 - I do remember an apothecary, — And hereabouts he dwells, — whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones...
Pagina 203 - THE mind that broods o'er guilty woes Is like the Scorpion girt by fire, In circle narrowing as it glows, The flames around their captive close, Till inly...