Fair Rosamond; or, The days of king Henry ii1839 |
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... lips , a sudden joy broke over his face , and lighted up his large blue eyes with a tenderness that looked not unlike the first kindling of love . There she lay , unconscious of those charms which drew forth many a sigh from the breasts ...
... lips , a sudden joy broke over his face , and lighted up his large blue eyes with a tenderness that looked not unlike the first kindling of love . There she lay , unconscious of those charms which drew forth many a sigh from the breasts ...
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... lips were now slightly apart , and the returning breath came over her white and pearly teeth , like the gentle air stealing through a row of lilies . Here and there , too , the white foam bells of the river had broken over , and ...
... lips were now slightly apart , and the returning breath came over her white and pearly teeth , like the gentle air stealing through a row of lilies . Here and there , too , the white foam bells of the river had broken over , and ...
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... lips would move as if they breathed a prayer for his safety . In the back - ground sat her attendant , a good looking merry - faced maiden , who had but just passed her twentieth year ; but she also seemed to have caught a portion of ...
... lips would move as if they breathed a prayer for his safety . In the back - ground sat her attendant , a good looking merry - faced maiden , who had but just passed her twentieth year ; but she also seemed to have caught a portion of ...
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... lips checked his utterance ; for she hung upon him like a bee , revelling in the bell of some favourite flower . " I knew thou wouldst come at last , " continued she ; looking so lovingly at him , that his very heart shook with its own ...
... lips checked his utterance ; for she hung upon him like a bee , revelling in the bell of some favourite flower . " I knew thou wouldst come at last , " continued she ; looking so lovingly at him , that his very heart shook with its own ...
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... lips , and bowing his head upon her shoulder , hugged her closely to his bosom . He murmured a few low words upon her ear , but their purport was inaudible ; neither could they express half so much as that long , silent , and fervent ...
... lips , and bowing his head upon her shoulder , hugged her closely to his bosom . He murmured a few low words upon her ear , but their purport was inaudible ; neither could they express half so much as that long , silent , and fervent ...
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Страница 100 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, . Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Страница 179 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Страница 91 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Страница 179 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Страница 75 - But when we in our viciousness grow hard, — O misery on't! — the wise gods seal our eyes ; In our own filth drop our clear judgments ; make us Adore our errors ; laugh at 's, while we strut To our confusion.
Страница 181 - Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
Страница 234 - Most curiously that bower was built Of stone and timber strong, An hundred and fifty doors Did to this bower belong : And they so cunninglye contriv'd With turnings round about, That none but with a clue of thread, Could enter in or out.
Страница 264 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Страница 205 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lowered upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Страница 122 - Tis her breathing that Perfumes the chamber thus : the flame o' the taper Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids...