Romantic Incidents in the Lives of the Queens of EnglandGarrett, 1853 - 348 pages |
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Romantic Incidents in the Lives of the Queens of England (Classic Reprint) J. P. Smith No preview available - 2019 |
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abbess abbey abbot added altar Anselm appear Aquitaine archbishop arms arrival attendants beausire Bishop Blois blood Brihtric brother CHAPTER church commanded coronation Count of Blois court cousin crown daughter death demanded Duchess of Aquitaine Duchess of Bedford duchy Duke of Normandy Edward eldest Eleanora Elizabeth Empress Maude enemies England English exclaimed father France Gloucester Gould grace Guy of Burgundy hand Harold heart heaven heir Henry Holy honor husband king knight lady land Lanfranc lips lord marriage Matilda Matilda of Flanders Mauger messenger mistress monarch monk mother never nobles Norman oath observed once palace passion possession powerful prelate priest primate prince princess promise queen received reign remained replied retired Richard rival Robert Roger De Beaumont Roland Rosamond Rouen royal sanctuary Saxon smile sovereign speaker thee thou throne vassal veil Warrenne Warwick whilst wife William Rufus William the Conqueror woman Woodville words young youth
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Page 115 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 169 - Murder? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Page 336 - Henry's holy shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way: Ah happy hills!
Page 15 - Girt with many a baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames , and statesmen old In bearded majesty , appear.
Page 80 - A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And through the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed, Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, And spare the meek usurper's holy head!
Page 23 - Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And through the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Page 104 - I have, be disposed truly in the contentation of my debts, and for the health of my soul, as far as they will extend. Item. That if any of my blood will wish to have any of my said stuff to me pertaining, I will they have the preferment before all others. And of this my present testament I make and ordain my executors, that is to say, John Ingilby, prior of the Charter-house of Shene, William Sutton and Thomas Brent, doctors.
Page 326 - Short-lived themselves, to immortalize their bones. Some seek diversion in the tented field, And make the sorrows of mankind their sport. But war's a game which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at. Nations would do well To extort their truncheons from the puny hands Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds Are gratified with mischief, and who spoil, Because men suffer it, their toy, the World.
Page 137 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.