Half Hours of English History: From the Roman Period to the Death of ElizabethF. Warne, 1866 - 687 Seiten |
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... look at his King John : look at any historian's . Which gives you the live- liest , faithfullest representation of that prince , and of his age ? the poet ? or the historians ? " This passage will explain why , in the Dramatic Scenes ...
... look at his King John : look at any historian's . Which gives you the live- liest , faithfullest representation of that prince , and of his age ? the poet ? or the historians ? " This passage will explain why , in the Dramatic Scenes ...
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... look For fury not to be resisted : -Thus defied , I thank thee for myself . Cym . Thou art welcome , Caius , Thy Cæsar knighted me ; my youth I spent Much under him ; of him I gather'd honour ; Which he to seek of me again , perforce ...
... look For fury not to be resisted : -Thus defied , I thank thee for myself . Cym . Thou art welcome , Caius , Thy Cæsar knighted me ; my youth I spent Much under him ; of him I gather'd honour ; Which he to seek of me again , perforce ...
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... look to ' t . - Now , sir , What have you dream'd , of late , of this war's purpose ? Sooth . Last night the very gods show'd me a vision : ( I fast , and pray'd , for their intelligence , ) Thus : — I saw Jove's bird , the Roman eagle ...
... look to ' t . - Now , sir , What have you dream'd , of late , of this war's purpose ? Sooth . Last night the very gods show'd me a vision : ( I fast , and pray'd , for their intelligence , ) Thus : — I saw Jove's bird , the Roman eagle ...
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... look'd on blood , But that of coward hares , hot goats , and venison ? Never bestrid a horse , save one , that had A rider like myself , who ne'er wore rowel Nor iron on his heel ? I am asham'd To look upon the holy sun , to have The ...
... look'd on blood , But that of coward hares , hot goats , and venison ? Never bestrid a horse , save one , that had A rider like myself , who ne'er wore rowel Nor iron on his heel ? I am asham'd To look upon the holy sun , to have The ...
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From the Roman Period to the Death of Elizabeth Charles Knight. To look upon the holy sun , to have The benefit of his bless'd beams , remaining So long a poor unknown . Gui . By heavens , I'll go : If you will bless me , sir , and give ...
From the Roman Period to the Death of Elizabeth Charles Knight. To look upon the holy sun , to have The benefit of his bless'd beams , remaining So long a poor unknown . Gui . By heavens , I'll go : If you will bless me , sir , and give ...
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Abbey ancient Anglo-Saxon archbishop arms army barons battle battle of Hastings Becket bishop blood body Bretwalda brother Cæsar called Canute castle cause chroniclers church commanded Conqueror conquest court crown Danes daughter death defeated duke earl Edward the Confessor enemies English Enter father favour fear feudal fief force France French friends Gloucester Godwin hand Harold hast hath head heart heaven Henry II holy honour horse John King Henry king of England king of France king of Scots king's kingdom knights land Lanfranc London lord Matilda monks Montfort never noble Norman Normandy oath peace person Philip pope possession priest prince prisoner queen reign Ricola Robert Rochester Castle Roman royal Rufus Saxon Scotland Scots Scottish sent slain soldiers soul Stephen sword thee Thomas à Becket thou throne took Tower town Tyrrel unto vassals Wallace William Winchester Wolfstan words
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Seite 450 - Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again ; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
Seite 568 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Seite 480 - That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Seite 63 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Seite 421 - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Seite 421 - All murdered : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Seite 454 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Seite 358 - Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn: In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, They melt, they vanish from my eyes. But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Descending slow their glitt'ring skirts unroll?
Seite 421 - Let's choose executors, and talk of wills : And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's ; And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model 15 of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Seite 451 - Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark!) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.