Sir Guy d'Esterre, المجلد 2;المجلد 1851858 |
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answered anxiety appeared arms beautiful believed betrothed blood brave breast brow Castle cause chieftain child comrade countenance Court cried danger dark death deep door doubt Dublin Dublin Castle Earl of Essex Edmund Spenser enemies England Essex House excited eyes face fair father favour fear felt followed gaze girl glance hand hath head heard heart Heaven Hilda Fitzclare honour hope horse Ireland Irish knew knight Lady Scrope land Lawrence lips little Isabel looked Lord Lieutenant lover maiden mind Mistress Mary Morven Fitzclare noble O'Connor of Fitzclare O'More O'Neil once pale passed passion pray replied round Saxon scene seen silence Sir Christopher Blount Sir Guy D'Esterre Sir Guy's Sir John Harrington smile soldier soon spirit stood strange sweet sword Symonds tears thee thou thought tion Tower Tower of London turned uttered voice watched wild wished words young chief youth
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الصفحة 2 - From all society, from love and hate Of worldly folk; then should he sleep secure, Then wake again, and yield God ever praise, Content with hips and haws and bramble-berry; In contemplation passing out his days, And change of holy thoughts to make him merry. Who when he dies, his tomb may be a bush, Where harmless robin dwells with gentle thrush." " Your majesty's exiled servant,
الصفحة 2 - From a mind delighting in sorrow ; from spirits wasted with passion ; From a heart torn in pieces with care, grief, and travail ; from a man that hateth himself, and all things else that keep him alive; what service can pour Majesty expect, since any service past deserves no more than banishment and proscription to the cursedest of all islands...
الصفحة 281 - Whose gold thread when she saw spun. And the death of her brave son, Thought it safest to retire From all care and vain desire, To a private country cell. Where she spent her days so well, That to her the better sort Came as to a holy court ; And the poor that lived near, Dearth nor famine could not fear.
الصفحة 281 - Whose gold thread when she saw spun, And the death of her brave son, Thought it safest to retire, From all care and vain desire, To a private country cell; Where she spent her days so well, That to her the better sort Came as to an holy court; And the poor that liv-ed near Dearth nor famine could not fear...
الصفحة 286 - Oh ! now it mindeth me that you were one who saw this man elsewhere,' and hereat she dropped a tear, and smote her bosom. She held in her hand a golden cup, which she oft put to her lips; but, in sooth, her heart seemeth too full to lack more filling.
الصفحة 17 - Twas his own voice — she could not err — Throughout the breathing world's extent There was but one such voice for her, So kind, so soft, so eloquent ! Oh, sooner shall the rose of May Mistake her own sweet nightingale, And to some meaner minstrel's lay Open her bosom's glowing veil, Than Love shall ever doubt a tone, A breath of the beloved one!
الصفحة 289 - In the hour of death and in the day of judgment, good Lord, deliver us !'
الصفحة 225 - He that hath eaten bread with me hath lifted up his heel against me.