I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal

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Of fair King Richard, scraped from Pomfret stones; Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause; Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land, Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; And more and less do flock to follow him.

You knew he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge, More likely to fall in than to get o'er; You were advised his flesh was capable Of wounds and scars and that his forward spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger ranged: Yet did you say 'Go forth;'

In poison there is physic; and these news, Having been well, that would have made me sick, Being sick, have in some measure made me well:

young Prince John

young Lancaster And Westmoreland.

The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword Had three times slain the appearance of the king, 'Gan vail his stomach and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backs, and in his flight, Stumbling in fear, was took.

In few, his death, whose spirit lent a fire Even to the dullest peasant in his camp, Being bruited once, took fire and heat away From the best temper'd courage in his troops;

Thou shakest thy head and hold'st it fear or sin To speak a truth. If he be slain, say so; The tongue offends not that reports his death: And he doth sin that doth belie the dead,

'Your son did thus and thus; Your brother thus: so fought the noble Douglas:'

I ran from Shrewsbury, my noble lord; Where hateful death put on his ugliest mask To fright our party.

My lord, I'll tell you what; If my young lord your son have not the day, Upon mine honour, for a silken point I'll give my barony: never talk of it.

He told me that rebellion had bad luck And that young Harry Percy's spur was cold.

I spake with one, my lord, that came from thence, A gentleman well bred and of good name, That freely render'd me these news for true.

The king is almost wounded to the death; And, in the fortune of my lord your son, Prince Harry slain outright;

from Rumour's tongues They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.

my office is To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword, And that the king before the Douglas' rage Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.

That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

surprisingly little relaxation of that suspiciousness with which many Ameri-cans regard their fellow travelers.

I thought that friend of yourn was a gentleman forger; they are always pale and genteel-like, them forgers. I can’t pity’em—can’t help it, sir. Did you know Monroe Edwards?” he added touchingly, and paused. Then, laying his hand pityingly on my shoulder, sighed, “he died of consumption at Sing-Sing. So you weren’t acquainted with Monroe?”

intolerable incubus

pallidly neat, pitiably respectable, incurably forlorn! It was Bartleby.

I plainly perceive that for Nippers, brandy and water were altogether superfluous.

the interval between this wall and mine not a little resembled a huge square cistern.

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He suffered much from a morbid acuteness of the senses; the most insipid food was alone endurable; he could wear only garments of certain texture; the odours of all flowers were oppressive; his eyes were tortured by even a faint light; and there were but peculiar sounds, and these from stringed instruments, which did not inspire him with horror.

To an anomalous species of terror I found him a bounden slave. “I shall perish,” said he, “I must perish in this deplorable folly.

Feeble gleams of encrimsoned light made their way through the trellised panes, and served to render sufficiently distinct the more prominent objects around; the eye, however, struggled in vain to reach the remoter angles of the chamber, or the recesses of the vaulted and fretted ceiling. Dark draperies hung upon the walls.

servant in waiting took my horse, and I entered the Gothic archway of the hall. A valet, of stealthy step, thence conducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress to the studio of his master.

I had learned, too, the very remarkable fact, that the stem of the Usher race, all time-honoured as it was, had put forth, at no period, any enduring branch; in other words, that the entire family lay in the direct line of descent, and had always, with very trifling and very temporary variation, so lain.

Perhaps the eye of a scrutinising observer might have discovered a barely perceptible fissure, which, extending from the roof of the building in front, made its way down the wall in a zigzag direction, until it became lost in the sullen waters of the tarn.

in her violent and now final death-agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated.