The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp]., المجلد 5Robert Kemp Philp |
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الصفحة 9
... given obeyed not , paid a hundred shillings to the kinge ; but , if the kinge made a voyage by sea against his enemies , they sent either foure boteswans , or foure pounds of deniers . " ( It is not ex- plained of what use the boteswans ...
... given obeyed not , paid a hundred shillings to the kinge ; but , if the kinge made a voyage by sea against his enemies , they sent either foure boteswans , or foure pounds of deniers . " ( It is not ex- plained of what use the boteswans ...
الصفحة 10
... given nicknames to the sternest of England's warriors , -approached , trembling and crest - fallen . He pleaded for his life ; and urged that he had yielded to the Earl of Pembroke under assurance of safe conduct to the King . His words ...
... given nicknames to the sternest of England's warriors , -approached , trembling and crest - fallen . He pleaded for his life ; and urged that he had yielded to the Earl of Pembroke under assurance of safe conduct to the King . His words ...
الصفحة 11
... given to their father . This young lady was granddaughter to the last Lord Brooke , who had left no male descendants , and heiress , also , to her grandmother , Lady Beauchamp , of Powyke . Her two younger sisters had been taken from ...
... given to their father . This young lady was granddaughter to the last Lord Brooke , who had left no male descendants , and heiress , also , to her grandmother , Lady Beauchamp , of Powyke . Her two younger sisters had been taken from ...
الصفحة 12
... given him as the heir of the family of Willoughby Lord Brooke - the title being originally derived from a rivulet which flowed through the property ( at Weetbury , in Wiltshire ) . Had the loyal servant and " councellor " | of his ...
... given him as the heir of the family of Willoughby Lord Brooke - the title being originally derived from a rivulet which flowed through the property ( at Weetbury , in Wiltshire ) . Had the loyal servant and " councellor " | of his ...
الصفحة 18
... given , because the house in the suburbs of Paris , where the manufac- ture is carried on , was built by two brothers whose names were Giles and John Gobelin , both excellent dyers , and who brought to Paris from Venice , in the reign ...
... given , because the house in the suburbs of Paris , where the manufac- ture is carried on , was built by two brothers whose names were Giles and John Gobelin , both excellent dyers , and who brought to Paris from Venice , in the reign ...
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الصفحة 31 - Look not upon me, because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me: My mother's children were angry with me ; They made me the keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
الصفحة 52 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
الصفحة 191 - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
الصفحة 59 - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf...
الصفحة 90 - Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish' eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring, With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep...
الصفحة 327 - My blessin' and my pride! There's nothin' left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now.
الصفحة 327 - I'll not forget you, darling, In the land I'm goin' to : They say there's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there— But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair...
الصفحة 327 - Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone ; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow — I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now. I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger pain was gnawin...
الصفحة 172 - IF I had but two little wings, And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear ! But thoughts like these are idle things, And I stay here.
الصفحة 81 - In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at dusk he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him; All mock him outright by day; But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away!