English History in VerseErnest Pertwee G. Routledge & sons, Limited, 1906 - 407 pagina's |
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... hand , The suppliant should be heard- If he indeed a suppliant were Whose glance demanded audience there . Deep stillness fell on all the crowd , From Claudius on his throne Down to the meanest slave that bowed At his imperial throne ...
... hand , The suppliant should be heard- If he indeed a suppliant were Whose glance demanded audience there . Deep stillness fell on all the crowd , From Claudius on his throne Down to the meanest slave that bowed At his imperial throne ...
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... hand . Ireland , Denmark , Norway , These countries wan I all ; Iceland , Gothland , and Swethland ; And made their kings my thrall . I conquerèd all Gallia , That now is called France ; And slew the hardy Froll in field My honour to ...
... hand . Ireland , Denmark , Norway , These countries wan I all ; Iceland , Gothland , and Swethland ; And made their kings my thrall . I conquerèd all Gallia , That now is called France ; And slew the hardy Froll in field My honour to ...
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... hands in his foeman's gore . Gone was the British place and name , Or only lived through King Arthur's fame ; Ruined the Church , and fled the priest , Psalm and prayer and chant had ceased ; And heathen was Britain's isle once again ...
... hands in his foeman's gore . Gone was the British place and name , Or only lived through King Arthur's fame ; Ruined the Church , and fled the priest , Psalm and prayer and chant had ceased ; And heathen was Britain's isle once again ...
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... hands and arms , but not the use of them ! Corin ! ALF . Your will ? MAUDE . Would thou couldst do my will As readily as ask it ! Go to the door ; And look if Edwin comes . ALF . NO . creel ; Dost see him ? MAUDE . Bad omen that ! He'll ...
... hands and arms , but not the use of them ! Corin ! ALF . Your will ? MAUDE . Would thou couldst do my will As readily as ask it ! Go to the door ; And look if Edwin comes . ALF . NO . creel ; Dost see him ? MAUDE . Bad omen that ! He'll ...
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... hand . His figure was tall and stately , Like a boy's his eye appeared ; His hair was yellow as hay , But threads of a silvery grey Gleamed in his tawny beard . Hearty and hale was Othere , His cheek had the colour of oak ; With a kind ...
... hand . His figure was tall and stately , Like a boy's his eye appeared ; His hair was yellow as hay , But threads of a silvery grey Gleamed in his tawny beard . Hearty and hale was Othere , His cheek had the colour of oak ; With a kind ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 135 - God's will ! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold ; Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, [ am the most offending soul alive.
Pagina 317 - Hampton takes its name. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home; Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea.
Pagina 107 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son : This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leas'd out, I die pronouncing it Like to a tenement or pelting farm.
Pagina 403 - Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife and Queen ; r " And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet...
Pagina 248 - For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
Pagina 233 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Pagina 268 - And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts...
Pagina 339 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
Pagina 341 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Pagina 338 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.