Rothelan: A Romance of the English Histories, Հատոր 1

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Oliver & Boyd, 1824

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Էջ 66 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, wanned and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Էջ 78 - And yet I found, What weak credulity could have no faith in, A treasure far exceeding these. Here lay A manor bound fast in a skin of parchment ; The wax continuing hard, the acres melting. Here a sure deed of gift for a market town, If not redeem'd this day ; which is not in The unthrift's power.
Էջ 77 - Each sparkling diamond from itself shot forth A pyramid of flames, and in the roof Fix'd it a glorious star, and made the place Heaven's abstract, or epitome : Rubies, sapphires, And ropes of orient pearl, these seen, I could not But look on gold with contempt. And yet I found, What weak credulity could have no faith in, A treasure far exceeding these.
Էջ 173 - My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they were pearls in silver set, That when my Moor was far away, I ne'er should him forget, That I ne'er to other...
Էջ 77 - That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself. There needs no artificial light, the splendour Makes a perpetual day there, night and darkness By that still-burning lamp for ever banish'd.
Էջ 77 - To be hugg'd ever. In by-corners of This sacred room, silver, in bags heap'd up, Like billets saw'd and ready for the fire, Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold, That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself.
Էջ 259 - I am overawed in her presence," said he, aloud to himself, — " the chaste rebuke of her mild religious eye makes me to feel more as a worshipper than a lover— Lover .'—It is not a name that may be used towards her by any other than the happy Salisbury— happy indeed — blest in the taste of those lips, with a diviner nectar than the poets have feigned that Hebe pours to Jove.
Էջ 78 - But look on with contempt. And yet I found — What weak credulity could have no faith in — A treasure far exceeding these : here lay A manor bound fast in a skin of parchment ; The wax continuing hard — the acres melting...
Էջ 238 - I dreamt in my sweven on Thursday eve In my bed wheras I lay I dreamt a grype* and a grimly beast Had carried my crown away ; " My gorget and my kirtle of gold, And all my fair head-gear ; And he would worry me with his...
Էջ 15 - And turn themselves loose, out of all the bounds Of justice, and the straight way to their ends; Forsaking all the sure force in themselves To seek without them that which is not theirs, The forms of all their comforts are distracted, The riches of their freedoms forfeited, Their human noblesse shamed ; the mansions Of their cold spirits eaten down with cares ; And all their ornaments of wit and valour, Learning, and judgment, cut from all their fruits.

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