The Novels and Romances of Anna Eliza Bray ..., Zväzok 4Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1845 |
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Strana 6
... mistress nor the hound could be released till every blade was consumed . I laughed at this wild tradition . And Mr. Bray then told me , there were other and more probable traditions , supported by the evidence of history , connected ...
... mistress nor the hound could be released till every blade was consumed . I laughed at this wild tradition . And Mr. Bray then told me , there were other and more probable traditions , supported by the evidence of history , connected ...
Strana 6
... mistress nor the hound could be released till every blade was consumed . I laughed at this wild tradition . And Mr. Bray then told me , there were other and more probable traditions , supported by the evidence of history , connected ...
... mistress nor the hound could be released till every blade was consumed . I laughed at this wild tradition . And Mr. Bray then told me , there were other and more probable traditions , supported by the evidence of history , connected ...
Strana 29
... Mistress Margery Champernoun , the fair young ward of Judge Glanville ! Surely the man hath lost his wits ! " continued Levi , as he raised his hands and eyes , and shrugged up his shoulders in the surprise of the moment . " And for me ...
... Mistress Margery Champernoun , the fair young ward of Judge Glanville ! Surely the man hath lost his wits ! " continued Levi , as he raised his hands and eyes , and shrugged up his shoulders in the surprise of the moment . " And for me ...
Strana 37
... Mistress Margery Cham- pernoun has lent her green farthingale and kirtle for you to play the fairy queen in , so be a good boy , and we'll make as nice a little woman of you as ever was seen : and now you must fly from Oberon , whilst ...
... Mistress Margery Cham- pernoun has lent her green farthingale and kirtle for you to play the fairy queen in , so be a good boy , and we'll make as nice a little woman of you as ever was seen : and now you must fly from Oberon , whilst ...
Strana 47
... anecdote of the past evening had brought to mind : " I remember it well , and have you done it ? " " Yes truly have I , Sir Hugh , " replied the mistress of the spit ; " I have killed a real black hen FITZ OF FITZ - FORD . 47.
... anecdote of the past evening had brought to mind : " I remember it well , and have you done it ? " " Yes truly have I , Sir Hugh , " replied the mistress of the spit ; " I have killed a real black hen FITZ OF FITZ - FORD . 47.
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amongst Andrew Morton arms bear beauty Benjamin Betsy Grimbal blood bosom Brent Tor called Captain Noseworthy Captain Standwich child circumstances countenance cried Sir Hugh cried Standwich Cuthbert Cuthbert Mayne danger dare dark Dartmoor daughter death deep Devon door Elizabeth exclaimed eyes father fear feelings Fitz-ford George Standwich give hand head hear heart heaven Holwell honour hope horse hour hung husband instantly John Page Judge Glanville Kilworthy knew Lady Fitz Lady Howard Lady Slanning letter Levi Lidford live look manner Margaret Master Barnabas May-day means mind miserable Mistress Alice Morwel never night old Sir Hugh once outlaw pass pixies prisoner Queen rendered replied Standwich rock seemed seen SHAKSPEARE shew Sir Hugh Fitz Sir John Fitz Sir Nicholas Slanning sorrow speak spirit stood Tavistock tell thee things Thomas Morley thou thought turned unhappy whilst wife woman wood words young
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Strana 334 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Strana 305 - Though we must all die, as the woman of Tekoa said, and are as water spilt upon the ground...
Strana 28 - Surely the churning of milk bringeth forth butter, and the wringing of the nose bringeth forth blood: so the forcing of wrath bringeth forth strife.
Strana 405 - The doctrine declared in the second commandment that the sins of the fathers shall be visited on the children was a matter of faith to those to whom it was given.
Strana 365 - O, sir, to wilful men, The injuries, that they themselves procure, Must be their schoolmasters : Shut up your doors ; He is attended with a desperate train ; And what they may incense him to, being apt To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear. Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord ; 'tis a wild night : My Regan counsels well : come out o
Strana 166 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 304 - As the Lord liveth, and as thy soul liveth, there is but a step between thee and death!
Strana 414 - That, though he had heard his grandmother tell the story of Glanville passing the sentence on his own child, it was not, even in her time, considered true." Of Frank Glanville, one of the sons of the Judge, who is mentioned in the novel, so interesting a tale is told that, although a little longer than I could wish for a note, I cannot resist the desire I feel to give it.
Strana 216 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Strana 90 - My friend said he wu convinced he knew the author; and, taking one of my letters relative to our intended journey from his pocket, asked him if he did not recognise the writing." For I from fair to fair resort, And pay to each my amorous court, In hopes at last a maid to find, The best, the fairest of her kind. Thus from the hive the insect flies, And soars o'er flowers of thousand dyes : But, when the sweetest strikes his view, Ho shuts its wings, and sips its dew.