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Side 87
Sweyn, in the midst of his victories, dies; and, though succeeded by his son
Canute, who inherited his father's resolution their affairs were thrown into some
disorder by this accident. The English were encouraged by it. Etheldred was
BURRE] ...
Sweyn, in the midst of his victories, dies; and, though succeeded by his son
Canute, who inherited his father's resolution their affairs were thrown into some
disorder by this accident. The English were encouraged by it. Etheldred was
BURRE] ...
Side 89
Unlike his father Sweyn, Canute was a thorough and an enthusiastic Christian.
His father had permitted the worshippers of Odin to destroy the Christian
churches and to revive the abominations of human sacrifices; but Canute laid the
pagan ...
Unlike his father Sweyn, Canute was a thorough and an enthusiastic Christian.
His father had permitted the worshippers of Odin to destroy the Christian
churches and to revive the abominations of human sacrifices; but Canute laid the
pagan ...
Side 95
My fair-hair'd Harold, Leofric is your friend But not your father's friend. He shared
your sports From boyish days. He has kept by your reeking side, When your hot
charger shook the Norsemen's lines Swept the same seas with you, with emulous
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My fair-hair'd Harold, Leofric is your friend But not your father's friend. He shared
your sports From boyish days. He has kept by your reeking side, When your hot
charger shook the Norsemen's lines Swept the same seas with you, with emulous
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Side 109
And yet my father doubts what truth there lies Within that noble heart Harold.
Doubt it who likes, So Adela doubts it not. You doubt not, lady, How you have
filled this niche, like a fair saint That never leaves the shrine—We may be rude,
We of ...
And yet my father doubts what truth there lies Within that noble heart Harold.
Doubt it who likes, So Adela doubts it not. You doubt not, lady, How you have
filled this niche, like a fair saint That never leaves the shrine—We may be rude,
We of ...
Side 110
My father— Harold. Let him scorn it Since 'tis a bauble. "Tis to me a crown, The
sacredest of the earth. Adela. Farewell, then, Harold ! * It may be death to say
such words as these, IIarold. Death— Adela. Aye, to both. Barold. What words of
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My father— Harold. Let him scorn it Since 'tis a bauble. "Tis to me a crown, The
sacredest of the earth. Adela. Farewell, then, Harold ! * It may be death to say
such words as these, IIarold. Death— Adela. Aye, to both. Barold. What words of
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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 Elizabeth 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.