Royston Gower, Or The Days of King JohnH. Colburn, 1838 |
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Pagina xv
... friar , who many a sermon made In praise of Robin Hood , his outlaws and their trade . In sketching the character of King John , the author has endeavoured to bring him for- ward in one of the most important parts of his reign - his ...
... friar , who many a sermon made In praise of Robin Hood , his outlaws and their trade . In sketching the character of King John , the author has endeavoured to bring him for- ward in one of the most important parts of his reign - his ...
Pagina 10
... friars ; for by the mass , it stirreth my memory , more to the remembrance of pasties than prayers . I can better think of sirloins than my sins , and would almost be willing to don a priest's stole , if it would bring me 10 ROYSTON Gower .
... friars ; for by the mass , it stirreth my memory , more to the remembrance of pasties than prayers . I can better think of sirloins than my sins , and would almost be willing to don a priest's stole , if it would bring me 10 ROYSTON Gower .
Pagina 51
... friars of New- stead ; and hear me , the less her attendant knight knows of this secret , the better for our- selves . Be careful how thou passest the rangers ' lodges , and quarrel not with the porter , for he is worthy of our kindness ...
... friars of New- stead ; and hear me , the less her attendant knight knows of this secret , the better for our- selves . Be careful how thou passest the rangers ' lodges , and quarrel not with the porter , for he is worthy of our kindness ...
Pagina 53
... friars , " replied the captain ; " trowest thou they have no method for rubbing off the marks of a night's wassail , and making their ruddy visages look , in truth , as pale as a maiden's while be- fore her confessor . " By this time ...
... friars , " replied the captain ; " trowest thou they have no method for rubbing off the marks of a night's wassail , and making their ruddy visages look , in truth , as pale as a maiden's while be- fore her confessor . " By this time ...
Pagina 86
... friars , and merry monks , I tell my beads when I am tired of trolling a sylvan song , and sleep as soundly as any of the holy brotherhood , after they have sung a peni- tential psalm . It was of other matters that I was about to speak ...
... friars , and merry monks , I tell my beads when I am tired of trolling a sylvan song , and sleep as soundly as any of the holy brotherhood , after they have sung a peni- tential psalm . It was of other matters that I was about to speak ...
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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...