Lady Jane Grey; an historical romance, Volum 1Lea & Blanchard, 1840 |
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Side 35
... poor Reynold as yourself ; although he first taught me to bend bow , wield a sword , and take aim with the deadly pistol . I have paid my tribute of tears to the memory of my foster - sister , with whom I have many a time wandered in ...
... poor Reynold as yourself ; although he first taught me to bend bow , wield a sword , and take aim with the deadly pistol . I have paid my tribute of tears to the memory of my foster - sister , with whom I have many a time wandered in ...
Side 45
... to be as free as myself . " " You know not the law , my lord , " said Ninion , making such a bow as only a host of the olden time could make ; " he is poor , ergo , he is a vagabond . He came into my parlour LADY JANE GREY . 45.
... to be as free as myself . " " You know not the law , my lord , " said Ninion , making such a bow as only a host of the olden time could make ; " he is poor , ergo , he is a vagabond . He came into my parlour LADY JANE GREY . 45.
Side 64
... poor head ached , and thou couldst not sleep , yet I could arrange it again , and make it smooth with my tears , as I have done ere now . But , alas ! " added she , burying her face in her hands , " I fear that she meditateth greater ...
... poor head ached , and thou couldst not sleep , yet I could arrange it again , and make it smooth with my tears , as I have done ere now . But , alas ! " added she , burying her face in her hands , " I fear that she meditateth greater ...
Side 68
... applied those lips which but a few minutes before had imprinted a last parting kiss on the purest hand in Christendom , to Ninion Saunders ' filthy wine flasks . CHAPTER VI . " Oh how wretched Is that poor 68 LADY JANE GREY .
... applied those lips which but a few minutes before had imprinted a last parting kiss on the purest hand in Christendom , to Ninion Saunders ' filthy wine flasks . CHAPTER VI . " Oh how wretched Is that poor 68 LADY JANE GREY .
Side 69
... poor Amy , while she en- deavoured to console her beautiful young mis- tress , too often awakened thoughts and feelings which called up in more vivid colours , the forlornness of her situation ; -and that still , amid all this ...
... poor Amy , while she en- deavoured to console her beautiful young mis- tress , too often awakened thoughts and feelings which called up in more vivid colours , the forlornness of her situation ; -and that still , amid all this ...
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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.