Half Hours of English History: From the Roman Period to the Death of ElizabethF. Warne, 1866 - Всего страниц: 687 |
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... danger I ' the name of fame and honour : which dies i̇ ' the search ; And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph As record of fair act ; nay , many times , Doth ill deserve by doing well ; what's worse Must court'sy at the censure : -O , boys ...
... danger I ' the name of fame and honour : which dies i̇ ' the search ; And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph As record of fair act ; nay , many times , Doth ill deserve by doing well ; what's worse Must court'sy at the censure : -O , boys ...
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... danger , he was valiantly and piously rescued by his son Titus : two powerful nations he subdued here , above twenty towns and the Isle of Wight : for which he received at Rome triumphal ornaments , and other great dignities . For that ...
... danger , he was valiantly and piously rescued by his son Titus : two powerful nations he subdued here , above twenty towns and the Isle of Wight : for which he received at Rome triumphal ornaments , and other great dignities . For that ...
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... danger . wary circumspection , bids them pass the river : the Britians no sooner had them within reach of their arrows , darts and stones , but slew and wounded largely of the Ostorius after Romans . They on the other side closing their ...
... danger . wary circumspection , bids them pass the river : the Britians no sooner had them within reach of their arrows , darts and stones , but slew and wounded largely of the Ostorius after Romans . They on the other side closing their ...
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... danger , My helm still in my hand ( my sword ) , my prow Turn'd to my foe ( my face ) , he cried out nobly , Go , Briton , bear thy lion's whelp off safely ; Thy manly sword has ransom'd thee ; grow strong , And let me meet thee once ...
... danger , My helm still in my hand ( my sword ) , my prow Turn'd to my foe ( my face ) , he cried out nobly , Go , Briton , bear thy lion's whelp off safely ; Thy manly sword has ransom'd thee ; grow strong , And let me meet thee once ...
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... dangers of warfare , either offer human sacrifices or make a vow that they will offer them ; and they employ the Druids to officiate at these sacrifices ; for they consider that the favour of the immortal gods cannot be conciliated ...
... dangers of warfare , either offer human sacrifices or make a vow that they will offer them ; and they employ the Druids to officiate at these sacrifices ; for they consider that the favour of the immortal gods cannot be conciliated ...
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Anglo-Saxon archbishop Archbishop of Canterbury archers arms army barons battle Becket bishop bishop of Beauvais blood body brother Cæsar Calais called Canute castle cause church commanded Conqueror conquest court cousin crown death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl earl of Warwick enemies English Enter father favour fear fight force friends hand Harold hast hath head heart heaven Henry II holy honour horse Joan John justice king Edward King Henry king of England king of France king Richard king's kingdom knights Lancaster land Lanfranc London lord manner Montfort Murd never noble Norman Normandy oath peace person Philip pope possession prince prisoner queen quoth realm reign Roman Rouen royal Saxon Scotland Scots Scottish sent shewed slain soldiers soul speak sword thee things thou throne took Tower town unto victory Wallace William words
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.