Royston Gower, Or The Days of King JohnH. Colburn, 1838 |
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Pagina 4
... sounds which har- monized well with its solitude . The far - off sheep - bells , tinkling but little louder than the music of the stream ; the distant winding of the swine - herd's horn ; the loud bellowing of stags from the thickets ...
... sounds which har- monized well with its solitude . The far - off sheep - bells , tinkling but little louder than the music of the stream ; the distant winding of the swine - herd's horn ; the loud bellowing of stags from the thickets ...
Pagina 10
... sound is the vesper- bell of Newstead Priory , and we have already ridden far beyond the avenue which should have conducted us thither . I trust that yonder sound will waft to thee a portion of the devotion of the holy friars ; for by ...
... sound is the vesper- bell of Newstead Priory , and we have already ridden far beyond the avenue which should have conducted us thither . I trust that yonder sound will waft to thee a portion of the devotion of the holy friars ; for by ...
Pagina 16
... ditty in a voice remark- able for its clearness , and which was given back with even a sweter sound by the sylvan echoes . Her face was browned through constant ex- posure to the weather , and her long dark hair 16 ROYSTON GOWER .
... ditty in a voice remark- able for its clearness , and which was given back with even a sweter sound by the sylvan echoes . Her face was browned through constant ex- posure to the weather , and her long dark hair 16 ROYSTON GOWER .
Pagina 55
... sound of the horn Still rings out as sweetly , both even and morn . And the stag bounds as freely above us , as when Our loud whoop and hallo awakened the glen ; And the old hoary oaks just wave o'er us the same As they did , when ...
... sound of the horn Still rings out as sweetly , both even and morn . And the stag bounds as freely above us , as when Our loud whoop and hallo awakened the glen ; And the old hoary oaks just wave o'er us the same As they did , when ...
Pagina 66
... sound of the bugle , had thrown around him a super - totus , or ample garment , not unlike a Spanish cloak , excepting only its wide sleeves ; and as the night air blew bleakly around the giddy turrets , his arms were folded , to gather ...
... sound of the bugle , had thrown around him a super - totus , or ample garment , not unlike a Spanish cloak , excepting only its wide sleeves ; and as the night air blew bleakly around the giddy turrets , his arms were folded , to gather ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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
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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...