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A Metrical History of England; Or, Recollections, in Rhyme of Some ...
Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2020
afterwards Alfred ANDREWS Archbishop of Canterbury arms band battle Began better Bishop blood Born British Britons brother buried called Canute cause chiefs COTEMPORARY SOVEREIGNS crown Danes dare daughter death died Duke Dunstan Earl EDWARD EMINENT PERSONS Emperors England English fair fall fame fate father fell field fight fire foes force France French friends gave grace hand HAROLD head heart Henry Henry's hundred issue John King King's kingdom Knights ladies land less lines living London Lord lost married means mind Monarch Monks once peace poor Popes pride Prince PRINCIPAL Events Queen reign Richard Robert royal rule Saxon Scotland sent SHAKESPEARE side sing slain sons succeeded success SUMMARY SUMMARY sword tell thousand throne took turn twas Wales wife Winchester York young
Сторінка 205 - Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears...
Сторінка 268 - Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown ! I Richard's body have interred new ; And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice...
Сторінка 120 - Himself best knows : but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures ; Hanging a golden stamp about their necks, Put on with holy prayers : and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction. With this strange virtue, He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy ; And sundry blessings hang about his throne, That speak him full of grace.
Сторінка 283 - But here, instead, soft gales of passion play, And gently stir the heart, thereby to form A quicker sense of joy ; as breezes stray Across the enliven'd skies, and make them still more gay.
Сторінка 137 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Сторінка 166 - ... tis much that this contentious storm Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fix'd, The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a bear; But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea, Thou'dst meet the bear i
Сторінка 95 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Сторінка 258 - God knows, my son, By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways I met this crown ; and I myself know well How troublesome it sat upon my head : To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Better opinion, better confirmation ; For all the soil of the achievement goes With me into the earth.
Сторінка 95 - Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd; Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head: O, horrible!
Сторінка 154 - No, sir, no ! for this man being forsooth a wit, a bard, and a minstrel, hath composed many indecent songs against me, and moreove'r hath sung them openly, to the great entertainment of my enemies ; now since it hath pleased God to deliver him into my hands, he shall bo punished, in order to deter others from the like impertinence.