England's Story: A History for Grammar and High Schools

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1901 - 370 pÓgines
 

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PÓgina 234 - May it please your majesty, I have neither eyes to see, nor tongue to speak in this place, but as the House is pleased to direct me, whose servant I am here ; and I humbly beg your majesty's pardon that I cannot give any other answer than this to what your majesty is pleased to demand of me.
PÓgina 284 - Tweed rins to the ocean, To mark where England's province stands ; Such a parcel of rogues in a nation. What guile or force could not subdue, Through many warlike ages, Is wrought now by a coward few, For hireling traitors
PÓgina 224 - This is my answer. I command you to send all the French away to-morrow out of the town — if you can by fair means, but stick not long in disputing — otherwise force them away, driving them away like so many wild beasts, until you have shipped them, and so the devil go with them. Let me hear of no answer but of the performance of my command. " So I rest your faithful, constant, loving friend,1 " CR" " Oaking, on the 7th of August, 1626.
PÓgina 256 - Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King, Whose word no man relies on ; Who never said a foolish thing, And never did a wise one.
PÓgina 246 - I have sought the Lord night and day, that He would rather slay me than put me upon the doing of this work.
PÓgina 125 - Percy out of Northumberland, And a vow to God made he, That he would hunt in the mountains Of Cheviot, within days three, In the maugre of doughty Douglas, And all that ever with him be. The fattest harts in all Cheviot He said he would kill, and carry them away ; " By my faith," said the doughty Douglas again, " I will let that hunting if that I may.
PÓgina 248 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our Fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.
PÓgina 253 - Of a tall stature, and of sable hue, Much like the son of Kish, that lofty Jew, Twelve years complete he suffered in exile, And kept his father's asses all the while ; At length, by wonderful impulse of fate, The people call him home to help the state, And, what is more, they send him money too, And clothe him all from head to foot anew.
PÓgina 42 - England possessed in land or in cattle, and how much money this was worth. So very narrowly did he cause the survey to be made that there was not a single hide nor a rood of land, nor — it is shameful to relate that which he thought no shame to do — was there an ox or a cow or a pig passed by that was not set down in the accounts ; and then all these writings were brought to him.
PÓgina 74 - Rose-red with beatings in it, as if alive, Till all the white walls of my cell were dyed With rosy colours leaping on the wall; And then the music faded, and the Grail Past, and the beam decay'd, and from the walls The rosy quiverings died into the night.

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