Wat TylerW. S. Johnson, 1851 - 510 páginas |
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... returned the ' devil . ' " I conclude thou art , fellow , " haughtily replied his interrogator ; " and being satisfied on that point , I would have thee lead me to the presence of thy chief . " " To Grif of the Bloody Hand ? " asked the ...
... returned the ' devil . ' " I conclude thou art , fellow , " haughtily replied his interrogator ; " and being satisfied on that point , I would have thee lead me to the presence of thy chief . " " To Grif of the Bloody Hand ? " asked the ...
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... returned Grif . " He has a foster - child . " 61 Ay , a girl , of extraordinary beauty , named Violet . " " The same , " returned Martin . " Hum ! You have seen her , conceived a passion for her , and would have her ? " " You are right ...
... returned Grif . " He has a foster - child . " 61 Ay , a girl , of extraordinary beauty , named Violet . " " The same , " returned Martin . " Hum ! You have seen her , conceived a passion for her , and would have her ? " " You are right ...
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... returned Martin , " more might attract attention , and can do no good . ' 33 66 As you please : you will find my ... returned . There was not a smile or kind word thrown away upon her , and if the whole village idolised her , she ...
... returned Martin , " more might attract attention , and can do no good . ' 33 66 As you please : you will find my ... returned . There was not a smile or kind word thrown away upon her , and if the whole village idolised her , she ...
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... returned the youth . " What then ? " " You have lived long there ? " said his interrogator . " Nearly all my life , " was the reply . " Why do you ask ? " " You shall know if you will follow me to a short distance from hence , where we ...
... returned the youth . " What then ? " " You have lived long there ? " said his interrogator . " Nearly all my life , " was the reply . " Why do you ask ? " " You shall know if you will follow me to a short distance from hence , where we ...
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... returned the other , " no ! In two days his master returned ; Halbert requested permission to leave him , alleging as an excuse the miserable re- collections the place conjured up . Almost to his surprise , the noble consented eagerly ...
... returned the other , " no ! In two days his master returned ; Halbert requested permission to leave him , alleging as an excuse the miserable re- collections the place conjured up . Almost to his surprise , the noble consented eagerly ...
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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.