Historical ballads, ed. and annotated by C.M. Yonge, arranged to meet the new code of 1882, schedule II., English, Volum 3 |
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Pàgina 7
... hand that strives to imitate Vanquished must fall on the unfinished page . Two kings were they , who ruled by right divine , And both supreme : one in the realm of Truth , One in the realm of Fiction and of Song . What prince hereditary ...
... hand that strives to imitate Vanquished must fall on the unfinished page . Two kings were they , who ruled by right divine , And both supreme : one in the realm of Truth , One in the realm of Fiction and of Song . What prince hereditary ...
Pàgina 11
... hand . DUNSTAN . Doctor , thou mad'st report The fever had abated . PHYSICIAN . Had , my lord , But rages now afresh . DUNSTAN . How came he hither ? ATTENDANT . He asked us if the queen were buried yet , Or where the body lay . We told ...
... hand . DUNSTAN . Doctor , thou mad'st report The fever had abated . PHYSICIAN . Had , my lord , But rages now afresh . DUNSTAN . How came he hither ? ATTENDANT . He asked us if the queen were buried yet , Or where the body lay . We told ...
Pàgina 21
... hands fling On the charcoaler's wain What but now was the king ; And through the long Minster The carcase they bear , And huddle it down Without priest , without prayer : - Now with worms for his courtiers He lies in the narrow Cold ...
... hands fling On the charcoaler's wain What but now was the king ; And through the long Minster The carcase they bear , And huddle it down Without priest , without prayer : - Now with worms for his courtiers He lies in the narrow Cold ...
Pàgina 29
... hand was to his quiver , Then rang the woods as they would shiver With hound and bugle horn . Loud wax'd the merry cry " Avaunt ! " While , shrouded close in woody haunt The gallants take their stand , When , lo ! a hart came bounding ...
... hand was to his quiver , Then rang the woods as they would shiver With hound and bugle horn . Loud wax'd the merry cry " Avaunt ! " While , shrouded close in woody haunt The gallants take their stand , When , lo ! a hart came bounding ...
Pàgina 32
... hand feebly , and with steady voice , Slow dying into silence like a horn , Said : " Farewell , England ! farewell , all my knights ! Remember me in battle , as a man Who never turn'd his back , nor broke his faith , Nor fail'd to spare ...
... hand feebly , and with steady voice , Slow dying into silence like a horn , Said : " Farewell , England ! farewell , all my knights ! Remember me in battle , as a man Who never turn'd his back , nor broke his faith , Nor fail'd to spare ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
arms battle bear blood BOLINGBROKE brave brother CADE CARDINAL charge close Cromwell crown dead death deep DICK doth Duke Earl England English Enter eyes face fair faith fall father fear fell field fight followers France gentle give GLENDOWER gone grace ground hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven Henry hill honour hope horse HOTSPUR hour HUBERT iron king KING HENRY KING RICHARD knight land leave live look lord mark means Mortimer never noble o'er once peace poor pray Price pride prince QUEEN rest rise royal scene side sleep soul sound speak spirit stand STANDARD sword TEACH tears tell thee thou thought thousand Tower true unto waves YORK
Passatges populars
Pàgina 282 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Pàgina 191 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a {grammar-school ; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Pàgina 281 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips, — "The foe! They come! They come!
Pàgina 125 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Pàgina 97 - And thus still doing, thus he passed along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Pàgina 281 - 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...
Pàgina 229 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Pàgina 228 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd : O ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Pàgina 43 - Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!
Pàgina 44 - Hark, how each giant oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, 0 king ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.