Lady Jane Grey; an historical romance, Volume 1Lea & Blanchard, 1840 |
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... deep woodland threw its immense sha- dow over the high brow of Shooter's - hill , and stretched far away beyond the grey walls of Eltham Palace , thus affording a safe shelter to the numerous bands of robbers and rebels , who at this ...
... deep woodland threw its immense sha- dow over the high brow of Shooter's - hill , and stretched far away beyond the grey walls of Eltham Palace , thus affording a safe shelter to the numerous bands of robbers and rebels , who at this ...
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... the footpath , which was in many places overgrown with tall withered grass , before it dwindled away into the deep darkness of the underwood . Within the cottage sat the lonely and aged in- habitant 6 LADY JANE GREY .
... the footpath , which was in many places overgrown with tall withered grass , before it dwindled away into the deep darkness of the underwood . Within the cottage sat the lonely and aged in- habitant 6 LADY JANE GREY .
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... deep and mellow shade . Her countenance , which was naturally very dark , now wore a hue almost approaching to blackness , and rendered yet more striking the strongly marked outline of her features . The nose was large and hooked like ...
... deep and mellow shade . Her countenance , which was naturally very dark , now wore a hue almost approaching to blackness , and rendered yet more striking the strongly marked outline of her features . The nose was large and hooked like ...
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Thomas Miller. some deep and dark , and branching into a variety of angles and fanciful forms . But the most striking part of her countenance was the deep - sunk and piercing black eyes , which seemed to glow with a fiercer fire than had ...
Thomas Miller. some deep and dark , and branching into a variety of angles and fanciful forms . But the most striking part of her countenance was the deep - sunk and piercing black eyes , which seemed to glow with a fiercer fire than had ...
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... deep furrows of her brow were relaxed , as if the white wings of Pity , in passing by , had thrown their light for an instant upon her dusky features , then hurried away from so forbidding a resting place , and left the brown brow to ...
... deep furrows of her brow were relaxed , as if the white wings of Pity , in passing by , had thrown their light for an instant upon her dusky features , then hurried away from so forbidding a resting place , and left the brown brow to ...
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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.