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... Henry Beauclerc , who , on all necessary occasions , boasted of his English birth , determined to espouse an English wife as soon as he was seated on the throne . The lady of his choice was , to use the words of the Saxon Chronicle ...
... Henry Beauclerc , who , on all necessary occasions , boasted of his English birth , determined to espouse an English wife as soon as he was seated on the throne . The lady of his choice was , to use the words of the Saxon Chronicle ...
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... Henry . The King of France espoused the same side ; and even in England some emotions were excited in favour of the duke by indignation for the wrongs he had suffered , and those he was going to suffer . Henry was alarmed , but did not ...
... Henry . The King of France espoused the same side ; and even in England some emotions were excited in favour of the duke by indignation for the wrongs he had suffered , and those he was going to suffer . Henry was alarmed , but did not ...
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... Henry Beauclerc had in his own conscience an unerring witness that his own sins of ambition had too surely deserved such a chastisement . Many shipwrecks have been attended with far greater loss of lives , and with far more dreadful ...
... Henry Beauclerc had in his own conscience an unerring witness that his own sins of ambition had too surely deserved such a chastisement . Many shipwrecks have been attended with far greater loss of lives , and with far more dreadful ...
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... Henry . Arnulf of Lancaster , if lowlier state Were ours , we might have ears to hear the throb But there's a tumult in the soul of kings That drowns all voices save the trumpet tongue Of justice ; we have doom'd your son to death ...
... Henry . Arnulf of Lancaster , if lowlier state Were ours , we might have ears to hear the throb But there's a tumult in the soul of kings That drowns all voices save the trumpet tongue Of justice ; we have doom'd your son to death ...
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... Henry . How ? dead ? - Hubert . Even so Here stands a man whose tongue Shall frame the words mine has no power to utter Henry . ( to the Mariner . ) Speak , and be bold ; stand not in breathless awe ; There is no greatness in a sonless ...
... Henry . How ? dead ? - Hubert . Even so Here stands a man whose tongue Shall frame the words mine has no power to utter Henry . ( to the Mariner . ) Speak , and be bold ; stand not in breathless awe ; There is no greatness in a sonless ...
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Half Hours of English History: From the Roman Period to the Death of Elizabeth Charles Knight Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1899 |
Half Hours of English History: From the Roman Period to the Death of Elizabeth Charles Knight Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1866 |
Half Hours of English History: From the Roman Period to the Death of ... Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1865 |
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Populære avsnitt
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.