Robin Hood and Little John: or, The merry men of Sherwood forest |
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Robin Hood and Little John, Or, The Merry Men of Sherwood Forest Pierce Egan Visualização de excertos - 1840 |
Robin Hood and Little John: Or, the Merry Men of Sherwood Forest - Primary ... Pierce Egan Pré-visualização indisponível - 2014 |
Robin Hood and Little John: Or, the Merry Men of Sherwood Forest - Scholar's ... Pierce Egan Pré-visualização indisponível - 2015 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Allan answer appeared arms arrived arrow asked band baron bear believe better bishop blow body brother called castle Christabel cried dear death door exclaimed eyes face father fear feel felt followed forest friar gave Gilbert give green hand happy hast head hear heard heart hold Holy hope hour keep kind king knew lady laugh leave light Little John live look lord Marian Maude means meet merrie mind nature never night Norman Nottingham once passed possession present question quitted reached received replied returned Richard Robin Hood round Saxons Scarlet short shouted side smile soon speak stood sure sweet tell thee things thou thought told took tree Tuck turned uttered voice wish wood young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 95 - May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this.
Página 30 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Página 19 - WHEN I beneath the cold red earth am sleeping, Life's fever o'er, Will there for me be any bright eye weeping That I'm no more ? Will there be any heart still memory keeping Of heretofore?
Página 40 - And both were young — yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Página 199 - Expanding its immense and knotty arms, Embraces the light beech. The pyramids Of the tall cedar overarching, frame Most solemn domes within, and far below, Like clouds suspended in an emerald sky, The ash and the acacia floating hang Tremulous and pale. Like restless serpents, clothed In rainbow and in fire, the parasites, Starred with ten thousand blossoms, flow around The gray trunks, and as gamesome infants...
Página 30 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains...
Página 268 - Clasp me a little longer on the brink Of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress; And when this heart hath ceased to beat — oh! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just. Oh! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs — when I am laid in dust?
Página 63 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears. For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found. In all the house was heard no human sound. A...
Página 79 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Página 155 - Celestial pity I again implore; Restore him to my sight — great Jove, restore!" So speaking, and by fervent love endowed With faith, the suppliant heavenward lifts her hands; While, like the sun emerging from a cloud, Her countenance brightens, and her eye expands; Her bosom heaves and spreads, her stature grows; And she expects the issue in repose.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | Robin Hood and Little John: or, The merry men of Sherwood forest Author's own ed |
| Autor | Pierce Egan |
| Editora | W.S. Johnson, 1850 |
| Original de | Universidade de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 18 Jul 2006 |
| Número de páginas | 280 páginas |
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