The Prince and the Pedlar; Or, The Siege of BristolRichard Bentley, 1839 - 311 Seiten |
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answer arms believe bidding blood brave Bristol brow Captain Captain Eden cheek cloak Colonel Wilton command courage danger dare death doubt Eden Hall eyes father favour fear feel Fiennes gallant gaze give glance governor hand hath hear heard heart highness honour hope Hopton horse Hulton instant King Lady Burfrey Lawrence Weston leave lips look Lord Lord Hopton maiden Majesty Major Byfield Major Ritson marquess Master Porson Mistress Boley Mistress Margaret Wilton Nathaniel Fiennes never niece numbers observed officer parliament passed person Peter Porson Prince Rupert prince's prisoner Ralph Hopton rebel replied Roland replied the Pedlar Roland Eden round Roundhead Royalists shouted side siege siege of Bristol Sir Ralph smile soldiers speak spirit spoke stood sword tell thank thee thou thought tone troops trust turned Viscount Grandison voice whilst wish woman words young Cavalier youth
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Seite 243 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Seite 143 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night.
Seite 143 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments, nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Seite 8 - See the grisly texture grow, ("Tis of human entrails made,) And the weights, that play below, Each a gasping warrior's head. Shafts for shuttles, dipt in gore, Shoot the trembling cords along Sword, that once a Monarch bore, Keep the tissue close and strong.
Seite 137 - ... the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie.
Seite 103 - It is one who from thy sight Being, ah, exiled, disdaineth Every other vulgar light. Why, alas, and are you he? Be not yet those fancies changed ? Dear, when you find change in me, Though from me you be estranged, Let my change to ruin be.
Seite 136 - Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending. And if they make...
Seite 221 - He was a young man of so virtuous a habit of mind, that no temptation or provocation could corrupt him ; so great a lover of justice and integrity, that no example, necessity, or even the barbarity of this war, could make him swerve from the most precise rules of it ; and of that rare piety and devotion, that the court, or camp, could not shew a more faultless person, or to whose example young men might more reasonably conform themselves.
Seite 39 - Tis the woof of victory. Ere the ruddy sun be set, Pikes must shiver, javelins sing, Blade with clattering buckler meet. Hauberk crash, and helmet ring. (Weave the crimson web of war) Let us go, and let us fly, Where our friends the conflict share, Where they triumph, where they die. As the paths of fate we tread, Wading through th' ensanguined field : Gondula, and Geira, spread O'er the youthful king your shield.
Seite 182 - I were at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion ! if reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.