The Bondman: A Story of the Times of Wat TylerWallis & Newell, 1835 - 192 pages |
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... spirit — had it not been for the bold and firm step , and the sudden change of feature from gay to grave as he advanced to the platform , and met unabashed the baron's scrutiny , at once indicating that the man possessed courage and ...
... spirit — had it not been for the bold and firm step , and the sudden change of feature from gay to grave as he advanced to the platform , and met unabashed the baron's scrutiny , at once indicating that the man possessed courage and ...
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... spirit that might honour the wearer of crimson and gold . My husband was a villein , but his soul spurned the bondage ; and often- times , my son , when you have been an infant in my arms , thy father wished that the free - born breast ...
... spirit that might honour the wearer of crimson and gold . My husband was a villein , but his soul spurned the bondage ; and often- times , my son , when you have been an infant in my arms , thy father wished that the free - born breast ...
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... spirit that was to animate the future lord of Dublin and sovereign of Ireland . Sparkling with jewels , and attired in a white satin robe , the Lady de Boteler took her seat for the first time at the table of her lord , and well was she ...
... spirit that was to animate the future lord of Dublin and sovereign of Ireland . Sparkling with jewels , and attired in a white satin robe , the Lady de Boteler took her seat for the first time at the table of her lord , and well was she ...
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... spirit of the little Roland passed away . In an instant Byles returned with Calverley , and even he started and uttered an exclamation , as his eyes fell on the ghastly face of the dead child . 66 Mary Byles , how did this happen ...
... spirit of the little Roland passed away . In an instant Byles returned with Calverley , and even he started and uttered an exclamation , as his eyes fell on the ghastly face of the dead child . 66 Mary Byles , how did this happen ...
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... spirit of Thomas Calverley , who alone can be the foul author of this charge , it will be only taking from me a few short years perhaps days- of suffering . But thou hast years of health and life before thee , and thou hast this gentle ...
... spirit of Thomas Calverley , who alone can be the foul author of this charge , it will be only taking from me a few short years perhaps days- of suffering . But thou hast years of health and life before thee , and thou hast this gentle ...
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Agnes Allan arms asked bairns baron beautiful better Black Jack blessed bondman Boteler brow Byles Calverley castle Charles Barnett cheek child cottage countenance cried dark dear door Edith entered exclaimed eyes face Father John fear feelings felt frae galleyman gaze girl Grace Hailes Abbey hand happy head heard heart heaven hour husband instant instantly Jack Straw John Ball Joseph Huntley knew lady lassie lips Lochaber look lord Margaret Marian Mary Byles master mind monk morning mother never night noble Oakley passed paused poor puir replied returned Robert Knowles round silent Simon Simon Sudbury sister smile soul speak spirit Stephen Holgrave steward stood Sudley Sunderland tears tell thee thing thought told Tom Merritt tone took turned Turner Tyler villeins voice Wat Tyler wife Winchcombe wish woman word young
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Page 160 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies now — upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snowwhite crest; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Page 160 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme today the helmet of Navarre.
Page 190 - And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven. 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 41 - Again, when the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness that he hath committed, and doeth that which is lawful and right, he shall save his soul alive.
Page 161 - 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 165 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep : He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Page 190 - 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 160 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Page 117 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes...
Page 156 - 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.