Other Times; Or The Monks of LeadenhallHenry Lea, 22 Warwick Lane, 1858 - 342 pages |
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abbot affliction Alexandre Dumas anxious appeared beauty believe bosom Bray called cazique CHAPTER Clifford companion conceal conduct countenance cried crime death desire detained door doubt Earl of Poverty Edmund Elinor endeavoured escape Eugene Sue exclaimed expected exultation eyes fain fancy boards Father Egbert favour fear feel felt Ferdinand Fickett's fool G. W. M. Reynolds gazed gilt back give hand hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour inquired jester King late looked Lord Erping Lord Erpingham lordship Mariana master means mercy mind monastery monk never night object passed pause perceived Pilgrimage of Grace present prioress racter received remain replied retired Roper seek seemed Sir Geoffrey Sir William Kingston soon sorrow speak speech spoke suffered supposed surprise sustained tell Teutila thee THOMAS GASPEY thou thought tion truth VALENTINE VOX voice William wish wretch
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Page 66 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Page 49 - What anguish to the living and the dead ! How hast thou left the widow all forlorn, And ever doom'd the orphan child to mourn, Through life's sad journey hopeless to complain ! Can sacred justice these 'events ordain ? But, O my soul ! avoid that wondrous maze Where reason, lost in endless error, strays ; As through this thorny vale of life we run, Great Cause of all effects, thy will be done...
Page 168 - The tale is long, nor have I heard it out. Thy father knows it all. I could not bear To leave thee in the neighbourhood of death, But flew, in all the haste of love, to find thee : I found thee weeping, and confess this once, Am rapt with joy to see my Marcia's tears.
Page 54 - I'll describe her. She's sad as one long used to't, and she seems Rather to welcome the end of misery Than shun it ; a behaviour so noble As gives a majesty to adversity : You may discern the shape of loveliness More perfect in her tears than in her smiles : She will muse four hours together ; and her silence, Methinks, expresseth more than if she spake.
Page 93 - IN these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heavenly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns, What means this tumult in a vestal's veins ? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat ? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love ! — From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Page 282 - Years with long Difgrace : Nor would I have your yet unfpotted Fame For me expos'd to an eternal Shame. With Ignominy to preferve my Breath, Is worfe, by infinite Degrees, than Death. But, if I can't my Life with Honour fave, With Honour I'll defccnd into the Grave. For tho...
Page 8 - ... priest ; whereupon some zealous or officious courtiers came over and killed him : for which, as the King was made to undergo a severe penance, so the monks were not wanting in their ordinary arts to give out many miraculous stories concerning his blood. This soon drew a canonization from Rome ; and he, being a martyr for the papacy, was more extolled than all the Apostles or primitive saints had ever been. So that, for three hundred years, he was accounted one of the greatest saints in heaven...