The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat TylerCarey, Lea and Blanchard, 1835 - 294 pages |
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... tell the conflict that is within my heart . " " But , " asked the monk , " have you spoken to Margaret ? " " Last evening I went to give her freedom and to ask her love , when Stephen Holgrave- " Did the baron empower you to free her ...
... tell the conflict that is within my heart . " " But , " asked the monk , " have you spoken to Margaret ? " " Last evening I went to give her freedom and to ask her love , when Stephen Holgrave- " Did the baron empower you to free her ...
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... tell her , " returned the monk , " that a love so devoted , so disin- terested , deserves in return an affection as pure : but if , after all this , her heart still prefers the yeoman Holgrave , I will say no more . " " And , think you ...
... tell her , " returned the monk , " that a love so devoted , so disin- terested , deserves in return an affection as pure : but if , after all this , her heart still prefers the yeoman Holgrave , I will say no more . " " And , think you ...
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... tell Holgrave I cannot attend to him now.- Why , Calverley , " con- tinued De Boteler , when the steward had withdrawn , " is not this the maiden you spoke to me about ? Do not turn so pale , man , but answer me . " " Yes , my lord ...
... tell Holgrave I cannot attend to him now.- Why , Calverley , " con- tinued De Boteler , when the steward had withdrawn , " is not this the maiden you spoke to me about ? Do not turn so pale , man , but answer me . " " Yes , my lord ...
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... tell me honestly , for you are not wont to be familiar even with your fellows tell me what you saw in this maiden that could -- make you wish to rival Stephen Holgrave ? " " Her beauty , my lord . " " What ! is she so fair ? " " My lord ...
... tell me honestly , for you are not wont to be familiar even with your fellows tell me what you saw in this maiden that could -- make you wish to rival Stephen Holgrave ? " " Her beauty , my lord . " " What ! is she so fair ? " " My lord ...
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... telling a falsehood . Nay , my man , do n't start , I tell you the truth . " 66 Well , but squire , how could the baron hear of this ? " ' Perhaps Stephen Holgrave could answer 99 " The base - born kern , " replied Byles , fiercely ...
... telling a falsehood . Nay , my man , do n't start , I tell you the truth . " 66 Well , but squire , how could the baron hear of this ? " ' Perhaps Stephen Holgrave could answer 99 " The base - born kern , " replied Byles , fiercely ...
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The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat Tyler (Classic Reprint) Mrs. O'Neill No preview available - 2018 |
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abbot answer arms asked baron baroness beauty Black Jack bondman Boteler's breath Calverley's cheek child cottage countenance dark door Edith Holgrave entered esquire eyes Father John feeling galleyman gaze glance Gloucester gold grave green wax Hailes Abbey hall hand head heard heart Holgrave's holy hour instant instantly interrupted Isabella Jack Straw John Ball John Byles John Kirkby John Oakley king knave lady lips look Lord de Boteler Lucy Margaret Mary Byles Master Calverley merchet monk mother never night noble o'er Oakley pale passed paused prisoner replied Holgrave returned Richard round royal rushed Scottish lassie shout Simon Sudbury smile smith soul speak spirit step Stephen Holgrave steward stood strange stranger Sudbury Sudley Castle tell thee thing thou thought Tom Merritt tone tumbrel turned vassals villeins voice Wat Turner Wat Tyler wife Winchcombe woman writ yeoman
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Page 163 - Bartholomew ,' was passed from man to man; But out spake gentle Henry, ' No Frenchman is my foe : ' Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 192 - And sware by him that liveth for ever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer...
Page 89 - The merchants of these things, which were made rich by her, shall stand afar off for the fear of her torment, weeping and wailing, and saying; Alas, alas, that great city, that was clothed in fine linen and purple and scarlet, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls ! For in one hour so great riches is come to nought.
Page 187 - THE world is full of poetry — the air Is living with its spirit ; and the waves Dance to the music of its melodies, And sparkle in its brightness. Earth is veiled And mantled with its beauty ; and the walls. That close the universe with crystal in, Are eloquent with voices, that proclaim The unseen glories of immensity, In harmonies too perfect and too high For aught but beings of celestial mould, And speak to man in one eternal hymn,. Unfading beauty, and unyielding power.
Page 169 - Yet more, the depths have more ! — what wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies ! — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ; Earth claims not these again.
Page 170 - And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold. I love you for lulling me back into dreams Of the blue Highland mountains and echoing streams, And of...
Page 158 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 192 - AND I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud : and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire...
Page 167 - Their graves are severed, far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight. Where are those dreamers now. One, 'midst the forests of the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Page 178 - midst the silence of the stars I wake, And watch for thy dear sake. " And thou, will slumber's dewy cloud fall round thee, Without thy mother's hand to smooth thy bed ? Wilt thou not vainly spread Thine arms, when darkness as a veil hath wound thee, To fold my neck, and lift up, in thy fear, A cry which none shall hear?