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  1. 24 de out. de 2017 · In October 1660, rumors began swirling that the child Anne Hyde was carrying was fathered by the King’s brother, James Stuart, Duke of York. Even worse, the child wouldn’t be a bastard …

  2. 2 de dez. de 2020 · Malgré les nombreuses réticences, y compris celles d'Edward Hyde, père de la marié, Jacques et Anne se marièrent officiellement le 3 septembre 1660 à Londres. Il s’agit donc, avec cette œuvre, pour le couple d’appuyer leur union et leur légitimité par la peinture. C’est pourquoi ils firent appel au peintre du roi, Peter Lely.

  3. Anne was born in Saint James's Palace of London, the second daughter of James, Duke of York, (afterwards James II) and his first wife, the Lady Anne Hyde. Her paternal uncle was King Charles II, and her older sister was the future Mary II. Anne and Mary were the only children of the Duke and Duchess of York to survive into adulthood. As a child, Anne suffered from an eye infection, and was ...

  4. Anne Hyde. Anne Hyde (12 tháng 3 năm 1637 – 31 tháng 3 năm 1671) [1] [a] là Công tước phu nhân xứ York và Albany là người vợ đầu tiên của James, Công tước xứ York (sau này là Vua James II của Anh). Anne là con gái của một thường dân - Edward Hyde (sau này được phong là Bá tước Clarendon ...

  5. Lady Anne Hyde, Duchess of York (22 March 1638 – 31 March 1671) was the first wife of James, Duke of York (the future King James II of England and VII of Scotland ).

  6. Hyde, Anne (1638–1671)Duchess of York and mother of two English queens, Mary II and Anne. Born on March 12, 1638 (some sources cite 1637), at Cranbourne Lodge in Windsor, Berkshire, England; died on March 31, 1671, at St. Source for information on Hyde, Anne (1638–1671): Women in World History: A Biographical Encyclopedia dictionary.

  7. Há 1 dia · IN MEMORIAM JODIE ANNE HYDE MARCH 7, 1956 – OCTOBER 6, 1993 Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, silence the pianos and with muffled drum bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead scribbling on the sky the message she is dead, put crepe bows round ...