Robin Hood and Little John: or, The merry men of Sherwood forestW.S. Johnson, 1850 - 280 Seiten |
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... told of the marvellous re - appearance of good King Harold , after his supposed death at the battle of Hastings , to William Rufus , at the moment he was shot in the New Forest by Sir Walter de Poix or Tyrrel , and how it was the Evil ...
... told of the marvellous re - appearance of good King Harold , after his supposed death at the battle of Hastings , to William Rufus , at the moment he was shot in the New Forest by Sir Walter de Poix or Tyrrel , and how it was the Evil ...
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... told me by him who brought you to me , you know as much concerning your birth and parentage as I do . If he never returns , there is always the same home for you as you have ever known ; and when the green turf is growing over me ...
... told me by him who brought you to me , you know as much concerning your birth and parentage as I do . If he never returns , there is always the same home for you as you have ever known ; and when the green turf is growing over me ...
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... told , " said Gilbert proudly , " and I taught you . I used to do a thing , Robin , when many years younger that I deemed the topping of all archery , for I knew none but myself that could do it . " " And what was that ? " impatiently ...
... told , " said Gilbert proudly , " and I taught you . I used to do a thing , Robin , when many years younger that I deemed the topping of all archery , for I knew none but myself that could do it . " " And what was that ? " impatiently ...
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... told that he was again drawing his bow in base attack upon the strangers , ere his shaft quitted the bow - string , Robin's arrow transfixed his left hand to his bow . With a roar of mingled anguish and rage , he turned his eyes to the ...
... told that he was again drawing his bow in base attack upon the strangers , ere his shaft quitted the bow - string , Robin's arrow transfixed his left hand to his bow . With a roar of mingled anguish and rage , he turned his eyes to the ...
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... told you , of a younger son of good family , who died in battle ; it may be so , but without some strange motive , why was the infant brought the very long distance from Hun- tingdon to this place , for the mere purpose of placing him ...
... told you , of a younger son of good family , who died in battle ; it may be so , but without some strange motive , why was the infant brought the very long distance from Hun- tingdon to this place , for the mere purpose of placing him ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Allan Clare answer arms arrow asked band Barnsdale Baron Fitz Alwine beneath bishop Bishop of Hereford blow brother castle cried Robin dear death door ejaculated eyes father fear feel felt followed forest Friar Tuck Gamwell gave Geoffrey Gilbert Hood give glade green wood hand happy head hear heard heart hope horse keep king kiss knew Lady Christabel Lambie laugh lips Little John look lord maiden Mansfeld Marian married Maude merks merrie merrie men never night Norman Nottingham Nottingham Castle Nottinghamshire once outlaw passed quarter-staff replied Robin returned Robin roared Robin Hood round Saxons Scarlet shalt sheriff Sheriff of Nottingham Sherwood Forest shouted Sir Guy Sir Richard Sir Tristram smile soon steed stood stranger sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought tree trysting tree turned uttered voice wish words youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 95 - May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Wouldst thou not stir in this.
Seite 30 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 19 - WHEN I beneath the cold red earth am sleeping, Life's fever o'er, Will there for me be any bright eye weeping That I'm no more ? Will there be any heart still memory keeping Of heretofore?
Seite 40 - And both were young — yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Seite 199 - Expanding its immense and knotty arms, Embraces the light beech. The pyramids Of the tall cedar overarching, frame Most solemn domes within, and far below, Like clouds suspended in an emerald sky, The ash and the acacia floating hang Tremulous and pale. Like restless serpents, clothed In rainbow and in fire, the parasites, Starred with ten thousand blossoms, flow around The gray trunks, and as gamesome infants...
Seite 30 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains...
Seite 268 - Clasp me a little longer on the brink Of fate! while I can feel thy dear caress; And when this heart hath ceased to beat — oh! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just. Oh! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs — when I am laid in dust?
Seite 63 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears. For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found. In all the house was heard no human sound. A...
Seite 79 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more.
Seite 155 - Celestial pity I again implore; Restore him to my sight — great Jove, restore!" So speaking, and by fervent love endowed With faith, the suppliant heavenward lifts her hands; While, like the sun emerging from a cloud, Her countenance brightens, and her eye expands; Her bosom heaves and spreads, her stature grows; And she expects the issue in repose.