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Simple stories from English history, from the Roman invasion to queen Victoria English history Vizualizare completă - 1882 |
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16 Maps 40 Maps afterwards America Analysis of Sentences angry arrows ATLAS Battle of Wakefield battle was fought became king Becket began to reign bishops Book brave Britons called Caractacus castle Charles chief church cloth lettered coast conquer consisting of 40 crown Danes defeated died Drake Druids Duke of York Edward Edward II enemy England English father Fcap fight fire fled fleet France French friends gained GEOGRAPHY guards Guy Fawkes HENRY VIII horse houses James Joan killed king's Lady Jane Lady Jane Grey land leader lived London Lord Mayor marched named night nobles Normans ordered Parliament poor Post 8vo Prince of Wales queen Raleigh reign of George Richard RICHARD II rode Romans round Rowland Hill sailed sailors Scots sent slain soldiers soon Spaniards SUMMARY taken prisoner Thomas à Becket thought took Tower town tried victory Vortigern Wat Tyler White Ship William wished Wolsey
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Pagina 156 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Pagina 108 - Night sank upon the dusky beach and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Pagina 156 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, — When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Pagina 20 - Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name, Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame.
Pagina 19 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Pagina 119 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Pagina 20 - Then the progeny that springs From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. " Regions Caesar never knew Thy posterity shall sway, Where his eagles never flew, None invincible as they.
Pagina 156 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow, When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Pagina 30 - Three horses had I slain beneath me : twice I thought that all was lost. Since I knew battle, And that was from my boyhood, never yet— No, by the splendour of God — have I fought men Like Harold and his brethren, and his guard Of English. Every man about his king Fell where he stood. They loved him : and, pray God My Normans may but move as true with me To the door of death.
Pagina 156 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.