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... hath never shown himself any other than friendly to both But surely thou lovest his son , Guild- of us . ford ? " " Not so well as the Lord Wardour , " replied the attendant , who stood on the most familiar terms with her noble lady ...
... hath never shown himself any other than friendly to both But surely thou lovest his son , Guild- of us . ford ? " " Not so well as the Lord Wardour , " replied the attendant , who stood on the most familiar terms with her noble lady ...
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... my duty would compel me to make to pleasure my good mother . But con- sider how kind she hath been to me of late . I once thought that she bore but little love towards me ; but it has cost me many , 60 LADY JANE GREY .
... my duty would compel me to make to pleasure my good mother . But con- sider how kind she hath been to me of late . I once thought that she bore but little love towards me ; but it has cost me many , 60 LADY JANE GREY .
Page 64
... hath many a time done , without our meals , we could forgive her for that ; and though she dragged thee forth by the hair , as she hath done before time , until thy poor head ached , and thou couldst not sleep , yet I could arrange it ...
... hath many a time done , without our meals , we could forgive her for that ; and though she dragged thee forth by the hair , as she hath done before time , until thy poor head ached , and thou couldst not sleep , yet I could arrange it ...
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... hath misled thee ; but hark ! there are footsteps approach- ing ; dry thine eyes ; I know thou meanest me well . " She ceased , just as Lord Wardour came in sight along the winding path of the shrubbery . The noble youth approached ...
... hath misled thee ; but hark ! there are footsteps approach- ing ; dry thine eyes ; I know thou meanest me well . " She ceased , just as Lord Wardour came in sight along the winding path of the shrubbery . The noble youth approached ...
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... hath as great an itching to burn these poor misbelieving devils as the most fiery papist that ever clapped a light to a faggot . I thought , Joan , the Kentish girl would have stayed his VOL . I. E stomach for a time . Give him the ...
... hath as great an itching to burn these poor misbelieving devils as the most fiery papist that ever clapped a light to a faggot . I thought , Joan , the Kentish girl would have stayed his VOL . I. E stomach for a time . Give him the ...
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Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.