The Heroines of History

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Routledge, 1854 - 423 sider
 

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Side 89 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Side 89 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Side 89 - O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool, And what they undid did . . . Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Side 265 - I undertake the enterprise for my own crown of Castile, and will pledge my jewels to raise the necessary funds.
Side 292 - These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due season. That thou givest them they gather: thou openest thine hand, they are filled with good.
Side 159 - Every man regarded her marvellously: the king himself could not withhold his regarding of her; for he thought that he never saw before so noble nor so fair a lady. He was stricken therewith to the heart with a sparkle of fine love that endured long after: he thought no lady in the world so worthy to be loved as she. Thus they entered into the castle hand in hand : the lady led him first into the hall and after into the chamber, nobly apparelled.
Side 242 - We," said the Justiza to the king in name of his highspirited barons, " who are each of us as good, and who are altogether more powerful than you, promise obedience to your government, if you maintain our rights and liberties ; but if not, not.
Side 168 - Heaven has but Our sorrow for our sins; and then delights To pardon erring man : Sweet mercy seems Its darling attribute, which limits justice; As if there were degrees in infinite, And infinite would rather want perfection Than punish to extent.
Side 215 - THIS was the first blood spilt in that fatal quarrel which was not finished in less than a course of thirty years, which was signalized by twelve pitched battles, which opened a scene of extraordinary fierceness ness and cruelty, is computed to have cost the lives c H of eighty princes of the blood, and almost entirely annihilated the ancient nobility of England.

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