Pictures of the Olden Time

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Crosby, Nichols, 1857 - 342 pàgines

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Pàgina 296 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have : 370 And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Pàgina 272 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre. " Now, God be praised, the day is ours ! Mayenne hath turned his rein ! • D'Aumale hath cried for quarter ; the Flemish count is slain.
Pàgina 1 - Good Heaven ! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day, That called them from their native walks away ! When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly...
Pàgina 265 - THERE are no colours in the fairest sky So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing. With moistened eye We read of faith and purest charity In Statesman, Priest, and humble Citizen...
Pàgina 26 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
Pàgina 250 - Pharaoh's chariots and his host hath he cast into the sea: His chosen captains also are drowned in the Red Sea.
Pàgina 250 - And with the blast of thy nostrils the waters were gathered together, The floods stood upright as an heap, And the depths were congealed in the heart of the sea.
Pàgina 311 - ... the grass short and green, and in divers parts groves of trees by themselves, as if they had been by all the art and labour in the world so made of purpose; and still as we rowed, the deer came down feeding by the water's side as if they had been used to a keeper's call.
Pàgina 267 - With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers, And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ; And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand; And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...

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