Half Hours of English History: From the Roman Period to the Death of ElizabethF. Warne, 1866 - Всего страниц: 687 |
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... Prisoners at Agincourt ( 486. The Death of John Tal- bot and his Son 490. The Siege of Orleans 493. Brief History of the Maid of Orleans 497. The Maid of Orleans 499. The Trial and Death of the Maid of Orleans REV . J. E. TYLER ...
... Prisoners at Agincourt ( 486. The Death of John Tal- bot and his Son 490. The Siege of Orleans 493. Brief History of the Maid of Orleans 497. The Maid of Orleans 499. The Trial and Death of the Maid of Orleans REV . J. E. TYLER ...
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... prisoners to death : - - Cym . Thou com'st not , Caius , now for tribute ; that The Britons have raz'd out , though with the loss Of many a bold one ; whose kinsmen have made suit That their good souls may be appeas'd with slaughter Of ...
... prisoners to death : - - Cym . Thou com'st not , Caius , now for tribute ; that The Britons have raz'd out , though with the loss Of many a bold one ; whose kinsmen have made suit That their good souls may be appeas'd with slaughter Of ...
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... prisoners of war is indiscriminate , but that the victim of the sacrifice is the preserver of the mass . If the victims thus slain on the Druidical altars were culprits sacrificed to offended justice , the blood - stained stone of the ...
... prisoners of war is indiscriminate , but that the victim of the sacrifice is the preserver of the mass . If the victims thus slain on the Druidical altars were culprits sacrificed to offended justice , the blood - stained stone of the ...
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... prisoner by the Earl of Ponthieu and set to ransom . William however heard of the misfortune of his intending visitor , and by threats and promises procured his release . On the arrival of Harold at Rouen no effort was spared to win his ...
... prisoner by the Earl of Ponthieu and set to ransom . William however heard of the misfortune of his intending visitor , and by threats and promises procured his release . On the arrival of Harold at Rouen no effort was spared to win his ...
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... prisoner . William . Well ? Lanfranc . There's a bolt that makes no noise , yet slays Held by a feeble hand , of deadlier weight Than mounted myriads ; - ' tis the curse of Heaven . ' Neath that black shadow pride dissolves in rain ...
... prisoner . William . Well ? Lanfranc . There's a bolt that makes no noise , yet slays Held by a feeble hand , of deadlier weight Than mounted myriads ; - ' tis the curse of Heaven . ' Neath that black shadow pride dissolves in rain ...
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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.