Wat TylerW. S. Johnson, 1851 - 510 páginas |
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... answer . Stand forth , Mat Snake , thy fate is sealed . " " Pardon me , " murmured Snake , " and you shall not see me as an offender again before you . " " Doubtless , " sneered Grif ; " nor in any other shape . If I were to pardon you ...
... answer . Stand forth , Mat Snake , thy fate is sealed . " " Pardon me , " murmured Snake , " and you shall not see me as an offender again before you . " " Doubtless , " sneered Grif ; " nor in any other shape . If I were to pardon you ...
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... answer freely , yon dog's fate , " he cried , pointing to the spot where Mat Snake fell , " shall be delight compared to thine . " " Were you to put your threat into execution in case of my defying you , " said the stranger , with a ...
... answer freely , yon dog's fate , " he cried , pointing to the spot where Mat Snake fell , " shall be delight compared to thine . " " Were you to put your threat into execution in case of my defying you , " said the stranger , with a ...
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... answer , but was raised to his feet by a powerful jerk , and impelled forward by a line attached to that which fastened his arm . He concluded that the cloth had rendered his voice inaudible , and again spoke , or rather shouted- " What ...
... answer , but was raised to his feet by a powerful jerk , and impelled forward by a line attached to that which fastened his arm . He concluded that the cloth had rendered his voice inaudible , and again spoke , or rather shouted- " What ...
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... answer he received . Without repeating his question , he drew his sword and severed the thong which confined Martin to the tree , then released his arms , and his head from the cloth which enveloped it . The haggard visage of Martin ...
... answer he received . Without repeating his question , he drew his sword and severed the thong which confined Martin to the tree , then released his arms , and his head from the cloth which enveloped it . The haggard visage of Martin ...
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... answer that he was unacquainted with the attempt on Violet . " Who perpetrated this vile outrage upon you ? " asked ... answered Martin , affecting indifference and uttering a lie , knowing too well he dared not tell the truth . " Did ...
... answer that he was unacquainted with the attempt on Violet . " Who perpetrated this vile outrage upon you ? " asked ... answered Martin , affecting indifference and uttering a lie , knowing too well he dared not tell the truth . " Did ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Agnes appeared arms arrived asked attack band believe Benulph blood breath Brenchley Bullfric castle Charles of Blois cried Wat dear death deeds devils door Duke of Brabant Earl Earl of Derby Editha Edric Edward ejaculated Ethelbert Evesham exclaimed Wat Exmoor eyes face fear feel felt fierce fight Flora followed gallant gentle Gith Grif Grif's Gualtier Halbert hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven honour hope John Chandos John Maltravers keep knew laugh Leon Leowulf look maiden Martin du Bois matter Michael never night once passed quitted replied Wat returned round Rubacelle Rupert scarce shouted shriek Sir Walter Manny smile soon speak steed stranger suddenly suffer sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou hast thought told trees troop turned Ulfred uttered village villain Violet voice Wat Tyler Wat's wish words wounded young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 24 - The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I liked several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
Página 370 - A made a finer end, and went away an it had been any christom child. A parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide. For after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Página 50 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Página 58 - I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill, Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men Scattered at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; — the hill Was crown'd with a peculiar diadem Of trees, in circular array, so fix'd, Not by the sport of nature, but of man...
Página 58 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways...
Página 401 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Página 148 - A something, light as air — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh ! love, that tempests never shook, A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.
Página 18 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Página 113 - Their adverse breasts with tusks oblique they wound; With grunts and groans the forest rings around. So fought the knights, and fighting must abide, Till fate an umpire sends their difference to decide.
Página 138 - O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.