The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat TylerCarey, Lea and Blanchard, 1835 - 294 páginas |
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... passed away villein is but a thing that was . But if the old chronicles are to be credited , the monk , whom the author has endeavoured to por- tray in the course of this tale , was the first who whispered in the ear of an English serf ...
... passed away villein is but a thing that was . But if the old chronicles are to be credited , the monk , whom the author has endeavoured to por- tray in the course of this tale , was the first who whispered in the ear of an English serf ...
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... Passing through Winchcombe , he arrived at a small neat dwelling , in a little sequestered valley , about a quarter of a mile from the town the tenant of which lowly abode is of no small consequence to our story . Like Holgrave ...
... Passing through Winchcombe , he arrived at a small neat dwelling , in a little sequestered valley , about a quarter of a mile from the town the tenant of which lowly abode is of no small consequence to our story . Like Holgrave ...
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... passed through , his eye caught an expres- sion of proud contempt flashing in the dark hazel eyes , and curving in the half - smiling lip of the man he had thus defied ; -and prudence whispered , that he had not properly estimated the ...
... passed through , his eye caught an expres- sion of proud contempt flashing in the dark hazel eyes , and curving in the half - smiling lip of the man he had thus defied ; -and prudence whispered , that he had not properly estimated the ...
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... passing fancy ; but it vexes me , that this proud , stubborn priest , while he is eating of your bread , and drinking of your cup , should , in the teeth of your commands , do that which I could swear no other priest would have dared to ...
... passing fancy ; but it vexes me , that this proud , stubborn priest , while he is eating of your bread , and drinking of your cup , should , in the teeth of your commands , do that which I could swear no other priest would have dared to ...
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... passed over Calverley's cheek as he answered , -- " I should hardly think so , my lord . She is her temper is very gentle - Holgrave is passionate , and rude , and — " - " It is a pity she should be the wife of such a carle " - mused ...
... passed over Calverley's cheek as he answered , -- " I should hardly think so , my lord . She is her temper is very gentle - Holgrave is passionate , and rude , and — " - " It is a pity she should be the wife of such a carle " - mused ...
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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?