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Pagina 23
... believe , since King Henry has no need of our almost useless swords . But where tarries my fair betrothed ? Why is not Constance in her usual place to greet me ? " " She is not very well . Nay , do not look so frightened , Edward ; it ...
... believe , since King Henry has no need of our almost useless swords . But where tarries my fair betrothed ? Why is not Constance in her usual place to greet me ? " " She is not very well . Nay , do not look so frightened , Edward ; it ...
Pagina 24
... believe me , she is happy in her dutiful obedience to our will . " " Thank Heaven for it ! " ejaculated the young man , earnestly , " I should have been miserable had it been otherwise . When shall I see her ? " " At supper . Now , let ...
... believe me , she is happy in her dutiful obedience to our will . " " Thank Heaven for it ! " ejaculated the young man , earnestly , " I should have been miserable had it been otherwise . When shall I see her ? " " At supper . Now , let ...
Pagina 41
... believe the stories of evil- minded gossips ! " she exclaimed indignantly ; " but let them talk as they list ! I will walk where it best pleases me , and talk with whom I like , in very despite of them . " " Be not angry , Alinor ...
... believe the stories of evil- minded gossips ! " she exclaimed indignantly ; " but let them talk as they list ! I will walk where it best pleases me , and talk with whom I like , in very despite of them . " " Be not angry , Alinor ...
Pagina 52
... believe , for the future , that this strange scene has been a momentary de- lirium , from which your better reason would revolt . It shall be for ever obliterated from my memory , nor will I be the first to teach my noble betrothed , of ...
... believe , for the future , that this strange scene has been a momentary de- lirium , from which your better reason would revolt . It shall be for ever obliterated from my memory , nor will I be the first to teach my noble betrothed , of ...
Pagina 59
... believe that my child slept in an untimely grave , than that she had brought shame on my lowly but honest name ! But I cannot hope it . John Miller and Hubert the Falconer have both seen her in deep converse with a stranger knight ...
... believe that my child slept in an untimely grave , than that she had brought shame on my lowly but honest name ! But I cannot hope it . John Miller and Hubert the Falconer have both seen her in deep converse with a stranger knight ...
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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 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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.