The Fair Penitent and Jane Shore

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Heath, 1907 - 255 Seiten
 

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Seite 236 - My Lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn, I saw good strawberries in your garden there : I do beseech you send for some of them.
Seite 225 - What, me, my lord ?' quoth he. ' Yea, thee, traitor,' quoth the protector. And another let fly at the lord Stanley, which shrunk at the stroke and fell under the table, or else his head had been cleft to the teeth ; for as shortly as he shrank, yet ran the blood about his ears. Then...
Seite 133 - Think not, the good, The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done Shall die forgotten all; the poor, the pris'ner, The fatherless, the friendless, and the widow, Who daily own the bounty of thy hand, Shall cry to heav'n, and pull a blessing on thee...
Seite 136 - To sooth the sorrows of the midnight mourner, Comfort comes with them ; like the golden sun Dispels the sullen shades with her sweet influence, And cheers the melancholy house of care.
Seite 199 - Inclining fondly to me she has sworn, She lov'd me more than all the world beside. Alic. Ha ! say'st thou ! — let me look upon thee well — «° 'T is true — I know thee now — A mischief on \ thee! — Thou art that fatal fair, that cursed she, That set my brain a madding. Thou hast robb'd me; Thou hast undone me — Murder ! Oh my Hastings ! See his pale bloody head shoots glaring by me ! 215 Give him me back again, thou soft deluder, Thou beauteous witch — 200 •wind.
Seite 223 - Chamberlain, as he that for the love between them thought he might be boldest with him, answered and said, That they were worthy to be punished as heinous traitors, whatsoever they were. And all the other affirmed the same. That is (quoth he) yonder sorceress my brother's wife, and other with her (meaning the queen).
Seite 32 - twas he that had undone me. Luc. Ye sacred Powers, whose gracious Providence \ Is watchful for our Good, guard me from Men, From their deceitful Tongues, their Vows and Flatteries ; Still let me pass neglected by their Eyes, Let my Bloom wither, and my Form decay, That none may think it worth his while to ruin me, And fatal Love may never be my Bane.
Seite 134 - If, strongly charm'd, she leave the thorny way, And in the softer paths of pleasure stray, Ruin ensues, reproach and endless shame, And one false step entirely damns her fame: In vain with tears the loss she may deplore, In vain look back on what she was before; She sets, like stars that fall, to rise no more.
Seite 208 - Thou murd'rous sorrow! Wo't thou still drink her blood, pursue her still? Must she then die? Oh, my poor penitent, Speak peace to thy sad heart.— She hears me not; Grief masters ev'ry sense.
Seite 225 - I will not to dinner till I see thy head off.' It boded him not to ask why, but heavily he took a priest at adventure, and made a short shrift, for a longer would not be suffered, the Protector made so much haste to dinner; which he might not go to till this were done for saving of his oath.

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