The Governor's Guide to Windsor Castle


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PÓgina 172 - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
PÓgina 171 - Where each of us did plead the other's right. The palme-play, where, despoiled for the game, With dazed eyes oft we by gleams of love Have missed the ball, and got sight of our dame, To bait her eyes, which kept the leads above.
PÓgina 173 - Expanding its immense and knotty arms, Embraces the light beech. The pyramids Of the tall cedar overarching, frame Most solemn domes within, and far below, Like clouds suspended in an emerald sky, The ash and the acacia floating hang Tremulous and pale. Like restless serpents, clothed In rainbow and in fire, the parasites, Starred with ten thousand blossoms, flow around The gray trunks, and as gamesome infants...
PÓgina 172 - Here noble Surrey felt the sacred rage, Surrey, the Granville of a former age : Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance...
PÓgina 173 - Oh stretch thy reign, fair Peace! from shore to shore, till conquest cease, and slav'ry be no more; till the freed Indians in their native groves reap their own fruits, and woo their sable loves; 410 Peru once more a race of kings behold, and other Mexicos be roofd with gold.
PÓgina 65 - Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn, And palms eternal flourish round his urn. Here o'er the martyr-king the marble weeps, And, fast beside him, once fear'd Edward sleeps : Whom not th' extended Albion could contain, From old Belerium to the northern main, The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th
PÓgina 170 - So cruel prison how could betide, alas, As proud Windsor? Where I in lust and joy With a king's son my childish years did pass In greater feast than Priam's sons of Troy; Where each sweet place returns a taste full sour: The large green courts where we were wont to hove With eyes cast up into the maidens...
PÓgina 171 - With eyes cast up into the maiden's tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love. The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue, The dances short, long tales of great delight ; With words and looks, that tigers could but rue ; When each of us did plead the other's right.
PÓgina 88 - Now was there made, fast by the Towris wall, A garden fair ; and in the corners set Ane arbour green, with wandis long and small...
PÓgina 112 - ... made it a duty. Indeed, England and France are naturally united on all the great questions of politics and of human progress that agitate the world. From the shores of the Atlantic to those of the Mediterranean — from the Baltic to the Black Sea — from the desire to abolish slavery to our hopes for the amelioration of all the countries of Europe — I see in the moral as in the political world for our two 'nations but one course and one end.

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