Sir Guy d'Esterre, Volume 2;Volume 1851858 |
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... breast ! In Ireland , a victory so complete was looked upon as decisive . O'Neil was con- sidered to be completely triumphant : all the province of Ulster - the northern part of that little island - was abandoned to him and his ...
... breast ! In Ireland , a victory so complete was looked upon as decisive . O'Neil was con- sidered to be completely triumphant : all the province of Ulster - the northern part of that little island - was abandoned to him and his ...
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... breast- plate to the caitiff heart it shields ! " With a fierce clang he plunged back in its scabbard the weapon he had partly drawn , and , with a haughty bend of his head , added- " I bid you a fair good night , Sir SIR GUY D'ESTERRE .
... breast- plate to the caitiff heart it shields ! " With a fierce clang he plunged back in its scabbard the weapon he had partly drawn , and , with a haughty bend of his head , added- " I bid you a fair good night , Sir SIR GUY D'ESTERRE .
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... breast . Then Guy , unheeded in the tumult , was left to himself ; and , witnessing the reunion from a distance , believed it wiser to let whatever ex- planation Morven wished to give of his ap- parent league with the English be made be ...
... breast . Then Guy , unheeded in the tumult , was left to himself ; and , witnessing the reunion from a distance , believed it wiser to let whatever ex- planation Morven wished to give of his ap- parent league with the English be made be ...
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... breast , her long black hair falling over the arms in which he held her . " I called Fitzclare to the rescue , Sir Guy , " Essex whispered , as passing him by , he withdrew from the agitation he had caused , " for it is not seemly when ...
... breast , her long black hair falling over the arms in which he held her . " I called Fitzclare to the rescue , Sir Guy , " Essex whispered , as passing him by , he withdrew from the agitation he had caused , " for it is not seemly when ...
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... breast , was Hilda Fitzclare . Her face , and the hands which appeared beneath the folds of her dark man- tle , were as pale , and looked as cold , as the whitest marble ; but an air of womanly pride was on her pure rounded brow , and ...
... breast , was Hilda Fitzclare . Her face , and the hands which appeared beneath the folds of her dark man- tle , were as pale , and looked as cold , as the whitest marble ; but an air of womanly pride was on her pure rounded brow , and ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
answered anxiety appeared arms beautiful believed betrothed blood brave breast brow Castle cause chieftain child comrade countenance Court cried danger dark death deep door doubt Dublin Dublin Castle Earl of Essex Edmund Spenser enemies England Essex House excited eyes face fair father favour fear felt followed gaze girl glance hand hath head heard heart Heaven Hilda Fitzclare honour hope horse Ireland Irish knew knight Lady Scrope land Lawrence lips little Isabel looked Lord Lieutenant lover maiden mind Mistress Mary Morven Fitzclare noble O'Connor of Fitzclare O'More O'Neil once pale passed passion pray replied round Saxon scene seen silence Sir Christopher Blount Sir Guy D'Esterre Sir Guy's Sir John Harrington smile soldier soon spirit stood strange sweet sword Symonds tears thee thou thought tion Tower Tower of London turned uttered voice watched wild wished words young chief youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 2 - From all society, from love and hate Of worldly folk; then should he sleep secure, Then wake again, and yield God ever praise, Content with hips and haws and bramble-berry; In contemplation passing out his days, And change of holy thoughts to make him merry. Who when he dies, his tomb may be a bush, Where harmless robin dwells with gentle thrush." " Your majesty's exiled servant,
Página 2 - From a mind delighting in sorrow ; from spirits wasted with passion ; From a heart torn in pieces with care, grief, and travail ; from a man that hateth himself, and all things else that keep him alive; what service can pour Majesty expect, since any service past deserves no more than banishment and proscription to the cursedest of all islands...
Página 281 - Whose gold thread when she saw spun. And the death of her brave son, Thought it safest to retire From all care and vain desire, To a private country cell. Where she spent her days so well, That to her the better sort Came as to a holy court ; And the poor that lived near, Dearth nor famine could not fear.
Página 281 - Whose gold thread when she saw spun, And the death of her brave son, Thought it safest to retire, From all care and vain desire, To a private country cell; Where she spent her days so well, That to her the better sort Came as to an holy court; And the poor that liv-ed near Dearth nor famine could not fear...
Página 286 - Oh ! now it mindeth me that you were one who saw this man elsewhere,' and hereat she dropped a tear, and smote her bosom. She held in her hand a golden cup, which she oft put to her lips; but, in sooth, her heart seemeth too full to lack more filling.
Página 17 - Twas his own voice — she could not err — Throughout the breathing world's extent There was but one such voice for her, So kind, so soft, so eloquent ! Oh, sooner shall the rose of May Mistake her own sweet nightingale, And to some meaner minstrel's lay Open her bosom's glowing veil, Than Love shall ever doubt a tone, A breath of the beloved one!
Página 289 - In the hour of death and in the day of judgment, good Lord, deliver us !'
Página 225 - He that hath eaten bread with me hath lifted up his heel against me.