Lady Jane Grey; an historical romance, Том 1Lea & Blanchard, 1840 |
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... sword from the sheath , when , having satisfied himself that there was no danger , he thus proceeded " Old woman , I would rather have heard more fovourable things from thy lips , although I fear not to grapple with the difficulties ...
... sword from the sheath , when , having satisfied himself that there was no danger , he thus proceeded " Old woman , I would rather have heard more fovourable things from thy lips , although I fear not to grapple with the difficulties ...
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... , thrust the pistols and dagger still further into his belt , and gathering the sword under his arm , traversed the wet and winding paths of the Dark Valley , and crossed the park in the chilly day - break 38 LADY JANE GREY .
... , thrust the pistols and dagger still further into his belt , and gathering the sword under his arm , traversed the wet and winding paths of the Dark Valley , and crossed the park in the chilly day - break 38 LADY JANE GREY .
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... sword , backed by a few thousands of Norman robbers . But these were in heart radical rascals , who grinned again when they thought of their honoured escutcheons , -worshippers of any golden calf that might be erected while the true ...
... sword , backed by a few thousands of Norman robbers . But these were in heart radical rascals , who grinned again when they thought of their honoured escutcheons , -worshippers of any golden calf that might be erected while the true ...
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... sword , " me vill slash your upper- leather , an unrip de welt of your shoul , if you do speak once more again . " The printer rose and swore that he would fill all his types up with black , if he pointed 150 LADY JANE GREY .
... sword , " me vill slash your upper- leather , an unrip de welt of your shoul , if you do speak once more again . " The printer rose and swore that he would fill all his types up with black , if he pointed 150 LADY JANE GREY .
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... sword . Can you not be trusted with toasting - forks , without wanting to spit one another over your cups . Peace , master copper - gilt , and keep your threats for your own ' prentices , without using them amongst free- men . " " Mine ...
... sword . Can you not be trusted with toasting - forks , without wanting to spit one another over your cups . Peace , master copper - gilt , and keep your threats for your own ' prentices , without using them amongst free- men . " " Mine ...
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Страница 209 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!
Страница 69 - Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter Cromwell, amazedly.
Страница 242 - JANE, by the grace of God, Queen of England, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, and of the Church of England, and also of Ireland, under Christ, in Earth the supreme Head.
Страница 77 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Страница 184 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Страница 222 - There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
Страница 165 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Страница 189 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Страница 18 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Страница 124 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.