The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat TylerCarey, Lea and Blanchard, 1835 - 294 páginas |
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... wife for such as you . My lord has offered me fair lands and her freedom if I choose to wed her : and though many a free dowered maid would smile upon the suit of Thomas Calverley , yet have I come to offer wedlock to Margaret . " 66 ...
... wife for such as you . My lord has offered me fair lands and her freedom if I choose to wed her : and though many a free dowered maid would smile upon the suit of Thomas Calverley , yet have I come to offer wedlock to Margaret . " 66 ...
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... wife of a laborious yeoman . Oh ! if you win her to my arms , I here swear to you , that not even your own heart could ask for more gentle care than she will receive from me . My happiness centres in her to love her , to cherish her to ...
... wife of a laborious yeoman . Oh ! if you win her to my arms , I here swear to you , that not even your own heart could ask for more gentle care than she will receive from me . My happiness centres in her to love her , to cherish her to ...
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... wife of another ? Know you not , Thomas Calverley , that even as the rays of the bright sun dissolve the glittering whiteness of the winter snow , just so do kind words and patient love enkindle warm feelings in the bosom of the coldest ...
... wife of another ? Know you not , Thomas Calverley , that even as the rays of the bright sun dissolve the glittering whiteness of the winter snow , just so do kind words and patient love enkindle warm feelings in the bosom of the coldest ...
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... wife among them ? " Calverley slightly coloured as De Boteler spoke ; he knew his lord was no admirer of people stepping in the least out of their way , and it seemed probable it was to him he alluded , when he expressed his dislike of ...
... wife among them ? " Calverley slightly coloured as De Boteler spoke ; he knew his lord was no admirer of people stepping in the least out of their way , and it seemed probable it was to him he alluded , when he expressed his dislike of ...
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... wife's brother ! He who has attended the chapel since the death of the late good father ? " " Yes , my lord . " 66 " By heaven ! they seem all conspiring to set my will at naught ! - he , at least , should have better known what was due ...
... wife's brother ! He who has attended the chapel since the death of the late good father ? " " Yes , my lord . " 66 " By heaven ! they seem all conspiring to set my will at naught ! - he , at least , should have better known what was due ...
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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?