Visits to Remarkable PlacesLongmans, Green, 1882 - 468 pàgines |
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Visits to Remarkable Places: Old Halls, Battle Fields, and Scenes ..., Volum 1 William Howitt Visualització completa - 1854 |
Visits to Remarkable Places: Old Halls, Battle Fields, and Scenes ..., Volum 1 William Howitt Visualització completa - 1840 |
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Pàgina 81 - To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Pàgina 86 - THE STRID, A name which it took of yore : A thousand years hath it borne that name, And shall, a thousand more. And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across THE STRID ? He sprang in glee,— for what cared he That the River was strong and the rocks were steep ? — But the Greyhound in the leash hung back, And checked him in his leap. The Boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force ; For never more was young...
Pàgina 152 - Or thither where beneath the show'ry west The mighty kings of three fair realms are laid ; Once foes, perhaps, together now they rest. No slaves revere them, and no wars invade : Yet frequent now, at midnight's...
Pàgina 413 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep,* And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone : The battled towers, the donjon keep,* The loophole grates, where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Pàgina 38 - Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken...
Pàgina 49 - Witty above her sexe, but that's not all, Wise to salvation was good Mistris Hall. Something of Shakespeare was in that, but this Wholy of him with whom she's now in blisse.
Pàgina 89 - I have been bullied by an usurper ; I have been neglected by a court ; but I will not be dictated to by a subject : your man shan't stand. " ANNE Dorset, Pembroke and Montgomery.
Pàgina 130 - Also I would, besides that allowance, have 6oo/. quarterly to be paid, for the performance of charitable works ; and those things I would not, neither will be accountable for. Also, I will have three horses for my own saddle, that none shall dare to lend or borrow : none lend but I, none borrow but you.
Pàgina 39 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Pàgina 140 - O'er Cornwall's cliffs the tempest roar'd, High the screaming seamew soarM ; On Tintaggel's * topmost tower Darksome fell the sleety shower ; Round the rough castle shrilly sung The whirling blast, and wildly flung On each tall rampart's thundering side The surges of the tumbling tide ; When Arthur ranged his red-cross ranks On conscious Camlan's crimson'd banks...