Amye Robsart and the Earl of Leycester: A Critical Inquiry Into the Authenticity of the Various Statements in Relation to the Death of Amye Robsart, and of the Libels on the Earl of Leycester, with a Vindication of the Earl by His Nephew Sir Philip Sydney. ...

J. R. Smith, 1870 - 344 pages

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Page 324 - To all to whom these presents shall come, Greeting: Know ye, that we of our special grace, certain knowledge and mere motion, have given and granted, and by these presents, for us, our heirs and successors, do give and grant...
Page 26 - Now nought was heard beneath the skies, The sounds of busy life were still, Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile. Leicester...
Page 27 - I rose up with the cheerful morn, No lark more blithe, no flower more gay ; And like the bird that haunts the thorn, So merrily sung the livelong day. "If that my beauty is but small, Among court ladies all despised. Why didst thou rend it from that hall, Where, scornful Earl, it well was prized :' "And when you first to me made suit, How fair I was you oft would say!
Page 28 - tis not beauty lures thy vows; Rather ambition's gilded crown Makes thee forget thy humble spouse. "Then, Leicester, why, again I plead, (The injured surely may repine,)— Why didst thou wed a country maid, When some fair princess might be thine?
Page 29 - Thus sore and sad that lady grieved, In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear ; And many a heartfelt sigh she heaved, And let fall many a bitter tear. And ere the dawn of day appeared, In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear.
Page 218 - Amongst the which the mayor of London, and either of the sheriffs, had their several lords of misrule, ever contending, without quarrel or offence, who should make the rarest pastimes to delight the beholders.
Page 28 - Salute me lowly as they go; Envious they mark my silken train, Nor think a Countess can have woe. "The simple nymphs! they little know How far more happy 's their estate; To smile for joy than sigh for woe — To be content — than to be great.
Page 218 - Then every one of these his menne he investeth with his liveries, of greene, yellowe, or some other light wanton colour.
Page 50 - Neither are these following passages to be forgotten, that as soon as ever she was murdered, they made great haste to bury her before the coroner had given in his inquest (which the Earl himself condemned as not done advisedly), which her father...
Page 115 - Ambition have lent ear to it, might have read a lesson to the haughty favourite, who had now acquired and was augmenting the fair domain. A large and massive Keep, •which formed the citadel of the Castle, was of uncertain though great antiquity. It bore the name of Csesar, perhaps from its resemblance to that in the Tower of London so called.

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