The gossip's week . THE ROCS EGG lii^i J l^ifelb. THE ROCS EGG. It was my fortune, commune to all age,To love a ladye faire of great degree,The which was born of noble parentage,And iset in highest seat of dignitee,Yet seemed no less to love, than loved to be. Fairie Queen. O place and greatness, millions of false eyes Are stuck upon thee ! Measure for Measure. Your hall, said the false Fatima to the illus-trious Badroulbadour, is nothing without therocs egg hung up in the centre. And life, cried Harry Grey, is nothingwithout honour. Or honours, said his simpler-minded brother. As you will, re
The gossip's week . THE ROCS EGG lii^i J l^ifelb. THE ROCS EGG. It was my fortune, commune to all age,To love a ladye faire of great degree,The which was born of noble parentage,And iset in highest seat of dignitee,Yet seemed no less to love, than loved to be. Fairie Queen. O place and greatness, millions of false eyes Are stuck upon thee ! Measure for Measure. Your hall, said the false Fatima to the illus-trious Badroulbadour, is nothing without therocs egg hung up in the centre. And life, cried Harry Grey, is nothingwithout honour. Or honours, said his simpler-minded brother. As you will, replied Harry carelessly. Sixhours afterwards he had left his native town manymiles behind, and was rattling away on the top ofthe Durham stage along the high road to London. 200 THE ROC^S EGG. At this period the ancient capital of the countyPalatine was very striking, with something like ahighland glen in the middle of it, now perhapsbuilt upon, like that once green dell vulgarly. called the dry ditch of Edinburgh, which I amtold, for my eyes hav
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