Master Skylark: A Story of Shakspere's Time

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Century Company, 1916 - Всего страниц: 380

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Стр. 180 - His elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, he sat now on a stool just before the fire. Guillot was there, cap in hand, waiting. " Go, Gaspard," repeated his mother, and in a few minutes they were gone.
Стр. 232 - Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down, Hey derry derry down-a-down ! " How could a fellow study in a noise like that ? He gave it up in despair, and kicking the chunks together, stood upon the hearth, warming his hands by the gathering blaze while he listened to the song: " Cold 's the wind, and wet 'a the rain ; Saint Hugh, be our good speed ! Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain, Nor helps good hearts in need. "Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down, Hey derry deny down-a-down ! " He could hear Colley Warren...
Стр. 257 - Colley was singing as if his heart would leap out of his round mouth for joy to follow after the song they sung, till they came to the end and the skylark's song. There Colley ceased, and Nick went singing on alone, forgetting, caring for, heeding naught but the song that was in his throat. The Queen's fan dropped from her hand upon the floor. No one saw it or picked it up. The Venetian ambassador scarcely breathed. Nick came down the stage, his hands before him, lifted as if he saw the very lark...
Стр. 338 - ll merry be to-day ; For the cuckoo sings till the greenwood rings, And it is the month of May ! For the cuckoo sings till the greenwood rings, And it is the month of May...
Стр. 194 - HIMSELF." his hands and listened. There were murmurings a little while, then silence. Would the boy never begin ? He pressed his knuckles into his temples and waited. Bow Bells rang out the hour; but the room was as still as a deep sleep. Would the boy never begin ? The precentor sniffed. It was a contemptuous, incredulous sniff. Carew looked up — his lips white, a fierce red spot in each cheek. He was talking to himself: " By the whistle of the Lord High Admiral!" he said — but there he stopped...
Стр. 187 - d like another barley-cake." "You 'd what?" cried the master-player, letting the front legs of his chair come down on the floor with a thump. " I 'd like another barley-cake," said Nick quietly, helping himself to the honey. " Upon my word and on the remnant of mine honour ! " ejaculated Carew. " Tell a man his fortune 's made, and he calls for barley-cakes ! Why, thou'dst say ' Pooh ! ' to a cannon-ball ! My faith, boy, dost understand what this doth mean ? " " Ay," said Nick ;
Стр. 6 - Then ride along, ride along, Stout and strong! Farewell to grief and care; With a rollicking cheer For the high dun deer And a life in the open air! Tantara, the hunt is up, lads; Tantara, the bugles bray!
Стр. 258 - And name me the price of that same song — 't was sweeter than the sweetest song we ever heard before." " Or ever shall hear again," said the Venetian ambassador under his breath, rubbing his forehead as if just wakening out of a dream. " Come," said Elizabeth, tapping Colley's cheek with her fan, " what wilt thou have of me, fair maid ? " Colley turned red, then very pale. "That I may stay in the palace forever and sing for your Majesty,
Стр. 258 - I will speak with those lads," said she. Straightway certain pages ran through the press and came behind the curtain where Nick and Colley stood together, still trembling with the music not yet gone out of them, and brought them through the hall to where the Queen sat, every one whispering, " Look ! " as they passed. On the dais they knelt together, bowing, side by side. Elizabeth, with a kindly smile, leaning a little forward, raised them with her slender hand. " Stand, dear lads,
Стр. 89 - The houses were all shut and barred ; nobody was abroad, and the nightwatch slept in comfortable doorways here and there, with lolling heads and lanterns long gone out. As they came along the crooked street, a stray cat scurried away with scared green eyes, and a kenneled hound set up a lonesome howl. But the Blue Boar Inn was stirring like an ant-hill, with firefly lanterns flitting up and down, and a cheery glow about the open door. The horses of the company, scrubbed unreasonably clean, snorted...

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