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Pagina 132
... Cicely Fitzwalter , the Baron of Baynard Castle's daughter , Gerald . She is beautiful and stately enough , to excuse your raving of her ; but beware of loving her . She is so proud and cold , that a man might as well woo the bright ...
... Cicely Fitzwalter , the Baron of Baynard Castle's daughter , Gerald . She is beautiful and stately enough , to excuse your raving of her ; but beware of loving her . She is so proud and cold , that a man might as well woo the bright ...
Pagina 141
... Cicely Fitzwalter , should have won the fancy of the student of the Temple , although it differed from the visions of female loveliness , that had , at times , filled his imagination . The smooth , glossy , raven tresses , the eyes of ...
... Cicely Fitzwalter , should have won the fancy of the student of the Temple , although it differed from the visions of female loveliness , that had , at times , filled his imagination . The smooth , glossy , raven tresses , the eyes of ...
Pagina 145
... Cicely looked in some surprise on her eager face , " he is below ! -The young knight , with my lord the baron . lord the baron . I am sure it can be none other . As I was passing the cor- ridor leading to my lord's private apart- ments ...
... Cicely looked in some surprise on her eager face , " he is below ! -The young knight , with my lord the baron . lord the baron . I am sure it can be none other . As I was passing the cor- ridor leading to my lord's private apart- ments ...
Pagina 147
... Cicely entered her father's apartment , and perceived that her maiden's random guess was correct , and that the ob- ject of her recent thoughts was really before her , an involuntary emotion prompted her immediately to retire , but the ...
... Cicely entered her father's apartment , and perceived that her maiden's random guess was correct , and that the ob- ject of her recent thoughts was really before her , an involuntary emotion prompted her immediately to retire , but the ...
Pagina 148
... Cicely ! " cried the old noble ; " heard you ever such a folly ? As if I would permit my old com- rade's son to treat me with such formal courtesy . No , no , Sir Gerald , you must e'en make up your mind to tarry at Bay- nard's Castle ...
... Cicely ! " cried the old noble ; " heard you ever such a folly ? As if I would permit my old com- rade's son to treat me with such formal courtesy . No , no , Sir Gerald , you must e'en make up your mind to tarry at Bay- nard's Castle ...
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The Ransom: A Tale of the Thirteenth Century, Founded on a Family ..., Volume 1 Laura Valentine Volledige weergave - 1846 |
The Ransom: A Tale of the Thirteenth Century, Founded on a Family Tradition ... Laura Valentine Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
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Alinor answered Artois asked Baron Fitzwalter Baynard's Castle beauty beheld beside betrothed brave brother brow captive chamber churl Cicely Fitzwalter companion Constance de Lingard Count d'Artois Count of Artois crusaders Cyprus Damietta damsel dark daugh daughter dead death deep Dickon Duke of Burgundy eagerly English Eudocia Eudocia Comnena exclaimed eyes fair fair lady father fear Fitz gallant gazed gentle girl Grace guerite Hall hand hast hath heard Heaven holy honour hope Joinville King Louis Knight of Leighton Lady Cicely Lady Fitzeustace Limisso listened looked lord Lord Fitzwalter Lucy maiden morning murderer never noble Oriflamme pale Paul Comnenus paused Perrot poor pray priest Prince Provençal ransom Regnier replied Robert of Artois royal Saracen Seneschal silent Sir Edmund Fitzwalter Sir Knight smile sorrow spirit spoke squire stood sweet tell thank thee thou thought tone Trafford truth turned Venetian Wilfred young knight youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 89 - And every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my name's sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life.
Pagina 299 - What years, i' faith ? Vio. About your years, my lord. Duke. Too old, by heaven; let still the woman take An elder than herself ; so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart. For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Pagina 265 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
Pagina 33 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Pagina 169 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Pagina 3 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
Pagina 21 - ... there's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them how we will.
Pagina 226 - And on his breast a bloody cross he bore, The dear remembrance of his dying Lord. For whose sweet sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead (as living) ever him adored: Upon his shield the like was also scored, For sovereign hope, which in his help he had...
Pagina 28 - ... this situation, the Earl of Artois sore repented of his headstrong rashness, when it was too late; and, seeing Earl William Longespee fighting bravely against the chief brunt of the enemy, he called out to him in a cowardly manner to flee, as God fought against them. But William bravely answered, "God forbid that my father's son should flee from the face of a Saracen.
Pagina 3 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green sward : nothing she does or seems, But smacks of something greater than herself; Too noble for this place.