Tales from English History

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Robert Carter, 1855 - 344 pagina's
 

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Pagina 196 - I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too...
Pagina 335 - The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea, With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing that perished there Was that young faithful heart ! MRS.
Pagina 35 - Go to now, ye that say, To-day or to-morrow we will go into such a city and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain : whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life ? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that.
Pagina 14 - Set a watch, 0 Lord, before my mouth : keep the door of my lips.
Pagina 295 - My dear Mrs. Betty, for the love of God run quickly and bring her with you. You know my lodging, and, if ever you made despatch in your life, do it at present. I am almost distracted with this disappointment.
Pagina 335 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
Pagina 338 - Lord Nelson has been commanded to spare Denmark when she no longer resists. The line of defence which covered her shores has struck to the British flag; but if the firing is continued on the part of Denmark, he must set on fire all the •prizes he has taken, without having the power of saving the men who have so nobly defended them. The brave Danes are the brothers and should never be the enemies of the English.
Pagina 14 - Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath...
Pagina 121 - Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year and mark the night When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death through Berkeley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing king...
Pagina 180 - I find His Grace my very good lord indeed, and I believe he doth as singularly favour me as any subject within this Realm; howbeit, son Roper, I may tell thee I have no cause to be proud thereof, for if my head would win him a castle in France (for then there was war between us), it should not fail to go.

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