An Old Castle and Other EssaysMacmillan, 1922 - 395 pagina's |
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... hand but gently on this old castle . Its bold masses rise as they rose half a millennium ago , its grand outlines still entire , though softened a little here and there by the gradual touches of decay . Roofs are gone , and the floors ...
... hand but gently on this old castle . Its bold masses rise as they rose half a millennium ago , its grand outlines still entire , though softened a little here and there by the gradual touches of decay . Roofs are gone , and the floors ...
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... hand that closed the royal eyes . Keeping a discreet retire- ment during the bitter reign of Mary , both for his own sake and his wife's , he was called to duty at once by Eliza- beth , and both here at Ludlow , and afterward in Ireland ...
... hand that closed the royal eyes . Keeping a discreet retire- ment during the bitter reign of Mary , both for his own sake and his wife's , he was called to duty at once by Eliza- beth , and both here at Ludlow , and afterward in Ireland ...
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... hands uttering these words , " I would not change my joy for the empire of the world . " So passed , at the age of thirty - two , a true knight , " who trod , " as an old writer says , " from his cradle to his grave amid incense and ...
... hands uttering these words , " I would not change my joy for the empire of the world . " So passed , at the age of thirty - two , a true knight , " who trod , " as an old writer says , " from his cradle to his grave amid incense and ...
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... hand to that never ending and , I fear , hopeless task of composing Ireland to English rule . It was , at best , a bad and bloody business , and my Lord of Essex made but a poor success of it . He marched and countermarched , killed ...
... hand to that never ending and , I fear , hopeless task of composing Ireland to English rule . It was , at best , a bad and bloody business , and my Lord of Essex made but a poor success of it . He marched and countermarched , killed ...
Pagina 24
... hands of Protestant England rather than into the hands of Papal Spain . Above all , save America , his Virginia as he wanted to call it , save America for England and for the faith . To make that sure he spent his hopes , his treasure ...
... hands of Protestant England rather than into the hands of Papal Spain . Above all , save America , his Virginia as he wanted to call it , save America for England and for the faith . To make that sure he spent his hopes , his treasure ...
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Pagina 106 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Pagina 47 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Pagina 89 - Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Pagina 39 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Pagina 110 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.
Pagina 325 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Pagina 108 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Pagina 60 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being taken with the cramp was drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies. Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them. but not for love.
Pagina 247 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Pagina 89 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch.