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... in Scotland SIR. W. Scott. Edward WI. and the Annals of his Reign PENNY
Cyclo. Page 628. Sonnets—“Edward WI.' and “Revival of Po- ). WoRDsworth.
pery. - - - 629. The Reign of Mary. . PENNY Cycio. 632. The Death of Lady Jane )
Grey .
... in Scotland SIR. W. Scott. Edward WI. and the Annals of his Reign PENNY
Cyclo. Page 628. Sonnets—“Edward WI.' and “Revival of Po- ). WoRDsworth.
pery. - - - 629. The Reign of Mary. . PENNY Cycio. 632. The Death of Lady Jane )
Grey .
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The Briton, Posthumus, who has landed with the Roman army, and believes that
his lady, Imogen, has been put to death by his own rash commands, through tie
falsehood of Iachimo, determines to take part with his countrymen:— I am brought
...
The Briton, Posthumus, who has landed with the Roman army, and believes that
his lady, Imogen, has been put to death by his own rash commands, through tie
falsehood of Iachimo, determines to take part with his countrymen:— I am brought
...
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Here, it is sufficient to say that the king recovers his sons, and Posthumus his
much injured lady. The first movement of the British king, in the spirit of barbarous
warfare, is to doom the Roman prisoners to death :— Cym. Thou com'st not,
Caius, ...
Here, it is sufficient to say that the king recovers his sons, and Posthumus his
much injured lady. The first movement of the British king, in the spirit of barbarous
warfare, is to doom the Roman prisoners to death :— Cym. Thou com'st not,
Caius, ...
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"Tis a truth, That Rome has fled before us twice, and routed ; A truth we ought to
crown the gods for, lady, And not our tongues; a truth is none of ours, Nor in our
ends, more than the noble bearing; For then it leaves to be a virtue, lady, And we
...
"Tis a truth, That Rome has fled before us twice, and routed ; A truth we ought to
crown the gods for, lady, And not our tongues; a truth is none of ours, Nor in our
ends, more than the noble bearing; For then it leaves to be a virtue, lady, And we
...
Side 23
Why are these triumphs, lady? for a May-game 1 For hunting a poor herd of
wretched Romans? Is it no more ? Shut up your temples, Britons, And let the
husbandman redeem his heifers, Put out our holy fires, no timbrel ring, Let's
home and ...
Why are these triumphs, lady? for a May-game 1 For hunting a poor herd of
wretched Romans? Is it no more ? Shut up your temples, Britons, And let the
husbandman redeem his heifers, Put out our holy fires, no timbrel ring, Let's
home and ...
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Half Hours of English History: From the Roman Period to the Death of Elizabeth Charles Knight Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1866 |
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Side 478 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered...
Side 452 - 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 drowne'd honour by the locks...
Side 566 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Side 356 - Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear ; And gorgeous dames and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear...
Side 61 - 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.
Side 356 - The verse adorn again Fierce War, and faithful Love, And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. In buskin'd measures move Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice as of the cherub-choir Gales from blooming Eden bear, And distant warblings lessen on my ear That lost in long futurity expire.
Side 354 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Side 568 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Side 514 - I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest ; So many hours must I contemplate ; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young ; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Side 417 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king : The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.