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Half hours of English history, selected and illustr. by C. Knight, Volumul 1
Vizualizare completă - 1851
Half Hours of English History, Selected and Illustr. by C. Knight
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ancient Anglo-Saxon Aquitaine archbishop arms army barons battle Becket bishop blood body brother Cæsar Calais called Canute castle cause CHARLES KNIGHT church commanded Conqueror conquest court crown CYCLOPÆDIA Danes daughter death duke duke of York earl Edward enemies English Enter father favour fear FLEET STREET France French king friends give hand Harold hast hath head heart heaven Henry II holy honour horse John King Henry king of England king of France king of Scots king Richard king's kingdom knights lady land Lanfranc live London lord Mercia monks nation never noble Norman Normandy oath parliament peace person pope possession priest prince prisoner queen realm reign Roman Rome royal Saxon Scotland Scots sent SHAKSPERE slain soldiers soul sword thee things Thomas à Becket thou throne took Tower town unto victory William words
Pagina 218 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pagina 167 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Pagina 67 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
Pagina 217 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell...
Pagina 98 - Took it in snuff - and still he smil'd and talk'd: And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Pagina 73 - Now mark me how I will undo myself : — I give this heavy weight from off my head, And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart ; With mine own tears I wash away my balm...
Pagina 65 - All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus ; There is no virtue like necessity.
Pagina 296 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Pagina 166 - With that sour ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?