Hennebon: or The countess of Montfort; and Bertha of Burgundy

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R. Bentley, 1835

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22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Embrouded was he, as it were a mede Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and rede. 90 Singinge he was, or floytinge, al the day ; He was as fresh as is the month of May.
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - Away! we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
298 ÆäÀÌÁö - She had pots of quicklime brought to her for the same purpose. That same day, the countess performed a very gallant deed : she ascended a high tower, to see how her people behaved ; and, having observed that all the lords and others of the army had quitted their tents, and were come to the assault, she immediately descended, mounted her horse, armed as she was, collected three hundred horsemen, sallied out at their head by another gate that was not attacked, and, galloping up to the tents of her...
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
3 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou cam'st on earth, to make the earth my Hell. A grievous burthen was thy birth to me, Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy. Thy school-days frightful, desp'rate, wild, and furious...
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - plaining of her pride. "Here bore him barefaced on his bier Six proper youths and tall ; And many a tear bedewed his grave Within yon kirk-yard wall." "And art thou dead, thou gentle youth? And art thou dead and gone? And didst thou die for love of me? Break, cruel heart of stone!" "O weep not, lady, weep not so ; Some ghostly comfort seek: Let not vain sorrow rive thy heart, Nor tears bedew thy cheek.
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - WITH gallant pomp and beauteous pride The floating pile in harbour rode ; Proud of her freight, the swelling tide Reluctant left the vessel's side, And rais'd it as it flow'd.
82 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is thy servant a dog that he should do this thing ? " His feelings, disturbed on this one point, shook his judgment off its balance on another.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hours Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers And wake the purple year ! The Attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of Spring : While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs through the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling.

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