Reading from English History for Children: From 55 B.C. to 1853 A.D.Soc. for prom. Christ. knowl., 1868 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 263 - The days of our age are threescore years and ten; and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years : | yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away, and we are gone.
Pàgina 214 - 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.
Pàgina 113 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie, His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. In him the savage virtue of the race, Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place The wisdom which adversity had bred. Glad were the vales, and every cottage hearth ; The shepherd lord was honoured more and more ; And, ages after he was laid in earth, "The good Lord Clifford
Pàgina 145 - Then rose he up, and put off his clothes unto his shirt, and gave them away. Which done, he said with a loud voice: Good people, I have taught you nothing but God's holy word, and those lessons that I have taken out of God's blessed book, the holy Bible; and I am come hither this day to seal it with my blood.
Pàgina 278 - D a hand to hand, for there were also young soldiers there, just fledged, meet companions for their young Queen : they too will grow old, but will they have the memory of battles when like us they hurry towards the grave ? " There was our pretty young Queen receiving our homage, and our old shrivelled bodies and grey heads were bowed before her throne, intimating our resolution to stand by it as we had stood when it was less amiably filled : I wonder what she thought of us old soldiers ! We must...
Pàgina 230 - In my father's grave to lie. There chant my solemn requiem In Hexham's holy towers; And let six maids of fair Tynedale Scatter my grave with flowers. And when the head that wears the crown Shall be laid low like mine; Some honest hearts may then lament For Radcliffe's...
Pàgina 154 - Here landeth as true a subject, being a prisoner, as ever landed at these stairs; and before Thee, O God, I speak it.
Pàgina 161 - The glory of the name of a king may deceive those princes that know not how to rule, as gilded pills may deceive a sick patient ; but I am none of those princes, for I know that the commonwealth is to be governed for the good and advantage of those that are committed to me, not of myself, to whom it is intrusted, and that an account is one day to be given before another judgment-seat.
Pàgina 229 - Farewell each friendly well-known face, My heart has held so dear ; My tenants now must leave their lands, Or hold their lives in fear. No more along the banks of Tyne I'll rove in autumn gray ; No more I'll hear, at early dawn, The lav'rocks wake the day. Then fare thee well, brave Witherington, And Forster ever true ; Dear Shaftesbury and Errington, Receive my last adieu.
Pàgina 230 - And fare thee well, my bonny gray steed, That carried me aye so free ; I wish I had been asleep in my bed The last time I mounted thee ; The warning bell now bids me cease, My trouble's nearly o'er ; Yon sun that rises from the sea Shall rise on me no more. Albeit that here in London town It is my fate to die ; 0 carry me to Northumberland, In my father's grave to lie.