Lady Jane Grey; an historical romance, Volum 1Lea & Blanchard, 1840 |
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... hour - glass , and beside it the polished skull of her son Reynold ; it was a boon she had ob tained and carefully preserved after his exe- cution ; while on one side of the fire - place was reared a broom of heather , such as the ...
... hour - glass , and beside it the polished skull of her son Reynold ; it was a boon she had ob tained and carefully preserved after his exe- cution ; while on one side of the fire - place was reared a broom of heather , such as the ...
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... hour - glass , and his own skull , which seemed to stand ever grinning upon them . A heap of straw , over which was thrown a ragged covering , stood in one corner of the hut , and formed the couch of old Duskena ; a tattered curtain ...
... hour - glass , and his own skull , which seemed to stand ever grinning upon them . A heap of straw , over which was thrown a ragged covering , stood in one corner of the hut , and formed the couch of old Duskena ; a tattered curtain ...
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... hour ? " said the old woman , pausing before the door , and speaking in a voice which sounded like the wind , whistling through the hollow trunk of a tree . " It is I , good mother , Henry Wardour , who have great need of your your ...
... hour ? " said the old woman , pausing before the door , and speaking in a voice which sounded like the wind , whistling through the hollow trunk of a tree . " It is I , good mother , Henry Wardour , who have great need of your your ...
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... hour ? " added she , approaching the door . " It is I , old hag , " muttered a stern deep voice , " undo the door . " " Old hag ! undo the door , " ecnoed the old woman , as she slowly raised the bar , and gave entrance to the daring ...
... hour ? " added she , approaching the door . " It is I , old hag , " muttered a stern deep voice , " undo the door . " " Old hag ! undo the door , " ecnoed the old woman , as she slowly raised the bar , and gave entrance to the daring ...
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Thomas Miller. shalt succeed for a time ; but , remember , that the hour of vengeance will assuredly come , that the very measures thou art now adopting will hasten it . Again , what wouldst thou with me ? tell me thy wishes ; for ...
Thomas Miller. shalt succeed for a time ; but , remember , that the hour of vengeance will assuredly come , that the very measures thou art now adopting will hasten it . Again , what wouldst thou with me ? tell me thy wishes ; for ...
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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.