The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat TylerCarey, Lea and Blanchard, 1835 - 294 páginas |
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... Turner , the parish smith , in as kind a tone as his abrupt manner could assume ; you are hard at work , master are you going to set the old cot to rights ? " Holgrave answered carelessly , and without looking at the smith , con- tinued ...
... Turner , the parish smith , in as kind a tone as his abrupt manner could assume ; you are hard at work , master are you going to set the old cot to rights ? " Holgrave answered carelessly , and without looking at the smith , con- tinued ...
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... Turner came up to him , and applying a hearty smack on the shoulder- " A famous house - warming for John Byles , " said he . " By Saint Nicholas ! I wish his furniture had been in , to have made the fire burn brisker . ' Tis almost over ...
... Turner came up to him , and applying a hearty smack on the shoulder- " A famous house - warming for John Byles , " said he . " By Saint Nicholas ! I wish his furniture had been in , to have made the fire burn brisker . ' Tis almost over ...
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... Turner , whose attention was anxiously fixed on the proceedings , now stepped forward , and forcing his way till he stood opposite the baron , demanded , in a voice of mingled anger and supplication , " May I be heard , Baron de Boteler ...
... Turner , whose attention was anxiously fixed on the proceedings , now stepped forward , and forcing his way till he stood opposite the baron , demanded , in a voice of mingled anger and supplication , " May I be heard , Baron de Boteler ...
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... Turner in a whisper , " my lord is softened . Let us cry out for pardon . " And the hint was not long lost upon the people ; in an instant a deafening cry of " Pardon , pardon for Stephen Holgrave ! " resounded through the hall . The ...
... Turner in a whisper , " my lord is softened . Let us cry out for pardon . " And the hint was not long lost upon the people ; in an instant a deafening cry of " Pardon , pardon for Stephen Holgrave ! " resounded through the hall . The ...
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... Turner , " said the we must not take this answer to the baron . " " Well , then , " replied Wat , " tell him that Wat Turner says he has made a vow never to enter the hall of Sudley Castle again ; and if you don't take that answer , you ...
... Turner , " said the we must not take this answer to the baron . " " Well , then , " replied Wat , " tell him that Wat Turner says he has made a vow never to enter the hall of Sudley Castle again ; and if you don't take that answer , you ...
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The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat Tyler (Classic Reprint) Mrs. O'Neill Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat Tyler (Classic Reprint) Mrs. O'neill Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
Términos y frases comunes
abbot answer arms asked baron baroness beauty Black Jack bondman Boteler's breath Calverley's cheek child cottage countenance dark door Edith Holgrave entered esquire eyes Father John feeling galleyman gaze glance Gloucester gold grave green wax Hailes Abbey hall hand head heard heart Holgrave's holy hour instant instantly interrupted Isabella Jack Straw John Ball John Byles John Kirkby John Oakley king knave lady lips look Lord de Boteler Lucy Margaret Mary Byles Master Calverley merchet monk mother never night noble o'er Oakley pale passed paused prisoner replied Holgrave returned Richard round royal rushed Scottish lassie shout Simon Sudbury smile smith soul speak spirit step Stephen Holgrave steward stood strange stranger Sudbury Sudley Castle tell thee thing thou thought Tom Merritt tone tumbrel turned vassals villeins voice Wat Turner Wat Tyler wife Winchcombe woman writ yeoman
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Página 163 - Bartholomew ,' was passed from man to man; But out spake gentle Henry, ' No Frenchman is my foe : ' Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Página 192 - And sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
Página 89 - The merchants of these things, which were made rich by her, shall stand afar off for the fear of her torment, weeping and wailing, and saying; Alas, alas, that great city, that was clothed in fine linen and purple and scarlet, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls ! For in one hour so great riches is come to nought.
Página 187 - THE world is full of poetry — the air Is living with its spirit ; and the waves Dance to the music of its melodies, And sparkle in its brightness. Earth is veiled And mantled with its beauty ; and the walls. That close the universe with crystal in, Are eloquent with voices, that proclaim The unseen glories of immensity, In harmonies too perfect and too high For aught but beings of celestial mould, And speak to man in one eternal hymn,. Unfading beauty, and unyielding power.
Página 169 - Yet more, the depths have more ! — what wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies ! — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ; Earth claims not these again.
Página 170 - And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold. I love you for lulling me back into dreams Of the blue Highland mountains and echoing streams, And of...
Página 158 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 192 - AND I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud : and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire...
Página 167 - Their graves are severed, far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight. Where are those dreamers now. One, 'midst the forests of the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Página 178 - midst the silence of the stars I wake, And watch for thy dear sake. " And thou, will slumber's dewy cloud fall round thee, Without thy mother's hand to smooth thy bed ? Wilt thou not vainly spread Thine arms, when darkness as a veil hath wound thee, To fold my neck, and lift up, in thy fear, A cry which none shall hear?