Half Hours of English History: From the Roman Period to the Death of Elizabeth ...F. Warne & Company, 1865 - 687 sider |
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... heart , ' twould tear me . I cannot wear a mask , -I am no Priest . Lanfranc . You are a Sovran , Sir , and may be King . William . The old lesson still , -and still the selfsame bribe ! Have I not learn'd the priestly art of fawning ...
... heart , ' twould tear me . I cannot wear a mask , -I am no Priest . Lanfranc . You are a Sovran , Sir , and may be King . William . The old lesson still , -and still the selfsame bribe ! Have I not learn'd the priestly art of fawning ...
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... heart Beats as of old with love and reverence . William . And mine to you . Ah ! they were happy times When we went hawking over all that plain- Its name escapes me - where the Druid stones Weigh in such mass upon the flight of Time ...
... heart Beats as of old with love and reverence . William . And mine to you . Ah ! they were happy times When we went hawking over all that plain- Its name escapes me - where the Druid stones Weigh in such mass upon the flight of Time ...
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... heart . E'en now she waits Our coming in her bower . - Come , sce her , Harold . SCENE II . [ Exeunt . A fortnight has passed amid the amusements of the Court of Rouen . Adela has been compelled by her Father and Lanfranc to extort a ...
... heart . E'en now she waits Our coming in her bower . - Come , sce her , Harold . SCENE II . [ Exeunt . A fortnight has passed amid the amusements of the Court of Rouen . Adela has been compelled by her Father and Lanfranc to extort a ...
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... heart ; -as in June's balmy days We know ' tis summer , tho ' the flowers are hidden , And live but by their fragrance . Adela . Ah ! kind Harold , How sweet are words of praise from honest lips ! Harold . I meant them not for praise ...
... heart ; -as in June's balmy days We know ' tis summer , tho ' the flowers are hidden , And live but by their fragrance . Adela . Ah ! kind Harold , How sweet are words of praise from honest lips ! Harold . I meant them not for praise ...
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... heart , William ordered them a sumptuous breakfast , with warm wine strongly spiced . After this refection the mariner was again sent aloft , and this time he said he could make out four vessels in the distance ; but mount- ing a third ...
... heart , William ordered them a sumptuous breakfast , with warm wine strongly spiced . After this refection the mariner was again sent aloft , and this time he said he could make out four vessels in the distance ; but mount- ing a third ...
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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.