"Lady's bower" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... of achievement had been passed, and she feared that he might consider her unwomanly. So the summer had gone, the great work was accomplished, and now they were viewing it together. They had seen everything, going in turn from lighting platform to calving-barn; from forge and smithy to my lady's bower. And Esmay had duly admired all ...
— The Doomsman • Van Tassel Sutphen
... to sea Bearing the maid with me— Fairest of all was she Among the Norsemen! Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower, Built I this lofty tower Which to this ...
— The Story of Extinct Civilizations of the West • Robert E. Anderson
... of such an honour," he answered gaily; "you know I am but a fair-weather sort of page, fit only to hover around my lady's bower, in the season ...
— The Rivals of Acadia - An Old Story of the New World • Harriet Vaughan Cheney
... to do with Catherine Seyton?" said the matron, sternly; "is this a time or a world to follow maidens, or to dance around a Maypole? When the trumpet summons every true-hearted Scotsman around the standard of the true sovereign, shalt thou be found loitering in a lady's bower?" ...
— The Abbot • Sir Walter Scott
... and Stafford. She had met but few even of them, and their lives had been spent chiefly in drinking, hunting, and gambling—accomplishments that do not fine down the texture of a man's nature or fit him for a lady's bower. Sir John Manners was a revelation to Dorothy; and she, poor girl, was bewildered and ...
— Dorothy Vernon of Haddon Hall • Charles Major
... to Cosmo's room, to make it something fitter for a lady's bower. Opening a certain chest, they took from it—stored there by his mother, Cosmo loved to think—another set of curtains, clean blankets, fine sheets, and a counterpane of silk patchwork, and put them all on the bed. With these, a white toilet-cover, and a chair or two from the ...
— Warlock o' Glenwarlock • George MacDonald
... in my lady's bower, (Oh! weary mother, drive the cows to roost;) They faintly droop for a little hour; My lady's head droops like ...
— A Nonsense Anthology • Collected by Carolyn Wells
... boy page brought robes of ermine fur And Tarsic silk,—black, white, and lavender,— For his array, and with them a kind message, Which the good knight received with no ill presage: "Will brave Sir Gawayne spare an idle hour For quiet converse in my lady's bower?" The boy led on, and Gawayne followed him Through crooked corridors and archways dim, Along low galleries echoing from afar, And down a winding stair; then "Here we are!" The page cried cheerily, and paused before The massive carvings of an antique door. This he swung open; and the knight ...
— Gawayne And The Green Knight - A Fairy Tale • Charlton Miner Lewis
... of speech! Surely you were bred for the cloisters, and not for a lady's bower, Nigel. Had I asked such a question from young Sir George Brocas or the Squire of Fernhurst, he would have raved from here to Cosford. They are both more to my taste ...
— Sir Nigel • Arthur Conan Doyle
... might reign over any of the kingdoms of the earth, to be flouted by you, a mere churl? Out of my chamber this instant, and betake yourself to working in the fields, for they are fitter setting for one of your birth than a lady's bower!' ...
— The Red Romance Book • Various
... murmurs past, They reached a lady's bower, Where meekly drooped beneath the blast Proud Gwynedd's peerless flower; And she, the hero's widow'd bride, Has roused her from her sorrow's spell, And vowed one effort should be tried For that fair land he loved ...
— The Poetry of Wales • John Jenkins
... stands "silent in the shade"; there are the "nursery windows," but the "children's voices" no longer break the silence of the still summer day. Everywhere—in the hall, in the smoking-room, where the empty gun-cases still hang, and in "my lady's bower," ...
— A Cotswold Village • J. Arthur Gibbs
... C. VITALBA.—Lady's Bower, or Old Man's Beard. A handsome native climbing shrub, common in limestone or chalky districts, and unusually abundant in the southern English counties. Clambering over some neglected fence, often to nearly ...
— Hardy Ornamental Flowering Trees and Shrubs • A. D. Webster
... none that suited his fickle vein So well as Blondel and Marcadee. Blondel had grown from a minstrel-boy To a very romantic troubadour Whose soul was music, whose song was joy, Whose only motto was Vive l'amour! In lady's bower, in lordly hall, From the king himself to the poorest clown, A joyous welcome he had from all, And Care in his presence forgot to frown. Sadly romantic, fantastic and vain, His heart for his head still made ...
— Atlantic Monthly Vol. 6, No. 33, July, 1860 • Various
... His enthusiasm was not, in reality, less than that of his companion. But he had none of the gaiety, and little of the buoyant spirit, which enabled Guy Muschamp to make himself, at all times and seasons, a favourite in castle hall and lady's bower. 'I fear me, brave Guy,' said Walter, after a brief silence, 'that the caliph is too great a potentate to be dealt with as you would wish. But, come what may, I am sworn to laugh at danger in the performance of a duty. My dreams, awake and asleep, are of him who is lost; and I fantasied last night,' ...
— The Boy Crusaders - A Story of the Days of Louis IX. • John G. Edgar
... took leave of him, and to ensure his reputation bestowed on him the tongue which could not lie. Thomas in vain objected to this inconvenient and involuntary adhesion to veracity, which would make him, as he thought, unfit for church or for market, for king's court or for lady's bower. But all his remonstrances were disregarded by the lady; and Thomas the Rhymer, whenever the discourse turned on the future, gained the credit of a prophet whether he would or not, for he could say nothing but what was sure to come ...
— Folk-Lore and Legends - Scotland • Anonymous
... a gallant gay, a courtier by name and by profession," replied Rashleigh, "and therefore most fit for a lady's bower." ...
— Rob Roy, Complete, Illustrated • Sir Walter Scott
... she said, throwing back her head, haughty-like, "Why do you stand dallying in a lady's bower when your followers are being beaten on the ...
— The O'Ruddy - A Romance • Stephen Crane |
