Lady Jane Grey; an historical romance, Volum 1Lea & Blanchard, 1840 |
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... Cecil is already deep in the plot ; they bare their councils to me , fools that they are , as if the helm of fate was in my own hand , and this shrivelled arm alone could But I talk to guide their over - laden bark . thee in parables ...
... Cecil is already deep in the plot ; they bare their councils to me , fools that they are , as if the helm of fate was in my own hand , and this shrivelled arm alone could But I talk to guide their over - laden bark . thee in parables ...
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... Cecil waited without ; -then retired to conduct the deep - plotting politician into the room . The countenance of the aspiring Secre- tary , ( who first contrived to raise himself in the service of the Protector Somerset , and then to ...
... Cecil waited without ; -then retired to conduct the deep - plotting politician into the room . The countenance of the aspiring Secre- tary , ( who first contrived to raise himself in the service of the Protector Somerset , and then to ...
Side 77
... Cecil as he spoke , to see what change this unpleasant announcement would make in his features ; but he had to deal with one who was a deeper dissembler than himself , and who allowed not a trace of his feelings to be seen . " Your ...
... Cecil as he spoke , to see what change this unpleasant announcement would make in his features ; but he had to deal with one who was a deeper dissembler than himself , and who allowed not a trace of his feelings to be seen . " Your ...
Side 78
... Cecil on the very objects which weighed heaviest upon his mind . " Better seat yourself , Sir William , " said the duke , ringing a small silver bell , and order- ing the attendant to bring in wine , and retrim the lamp . " We must not ...
... Cecil on the very objects which weighed heaviest upon his mind . " Better seat yourself , Sir William , " said the duke , ringing a small silver bell , and order- ing the attendant to bring in wine , and retrim the lamp . " We must not ...
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... Cecil , " He hath scarcely tasted a cup of wine since he drank happiness to the nuptials of our son Dudley , and our most virtuous and pious daughter the Lady Jane Grey . " " Doth then his highness's complaint baffle the skill of the ...
... Cecil , " He hath scarcely tasted a cup of wine since he drank happiness to the nuptials of our son Dudley , and our most virtuous and pious daughter the Lady Jane Grey . " " Doth then his highness's complaint baffle the skill of the ...
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added answered arms Arundel aught beautiful beggar blood brow Cecil cheek cold countenance crown dare dark death deep devil drawer Dudley Duke Duke of Northumberland Duke of Suffolk Duskena Earl Earl of Arundel Edward exclaimed eyes faith fear Feckenham feel fell gazed Gilbert Pots give glance gold Grace Guilford Dudley hand hath head heard heart Heaven holy hour King knave Lady Jane Grey late letter lips look Lord Dudley Lord Wardour matter mother neck never night Ninion Saunders nobles Northumberland old hag old woman once palace passed pillory prayer Princess Mary prison Queen Mary raised replied silence Sir Thomas Wyatt Sir William Cecil smile sound spoke stood sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou didst thou hast thou wilt thou wouldst thought throne throw thyself Tower traitors vengeance voice waiting wish young
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Side 209 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable; and, humour'd thus, Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell, king!
Side 69 - Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter Cromwell, amazedly.
Side 242 - JANE, by the grace of God, Queen of England, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, and of the Church of England, and also of Ireland, under Christ, in Earth the supreme Head.
Side 77 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Side 184 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 222 - There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
Side 165 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Side 189 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Side 18 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Side 124 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.