Historical ballads, ed. and annotated by C.M. Yonge, arranged to meet the new code of 1882, schedule II., English, Том 3 |
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... France , where Peter the Hermit first preached the Crusade . ) 1095 . AMID the throng the hermit stood : so wan , Careworn , and travel - soiled ; with genius high Throned on his brow , shrined in his spiritual eye , The hermit spake ...
... France , where Peter the Hermit first preached the Crusade . ) 1095 . AMID the throng the hermit stood : so wan , Careworn , and travel - soiled ; with genius high Throned on his brow , shrined in his spiritual eye , The hermit spake ...
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... France , Young gentlemen would be as sad as night , 1 Only for wantonness . By my Christendom , " So I were out of prison and kept sheep , I should be merry as the day is long ; And so I would be here , but that I doubt My uncle ...
... France , Young gentlemen would be as sad as night , 1 Only for wantonness . By my Christendom , " So I were out of prison and kept sheep , I should be merry as the day is long ; And so I would be here , but that I doubt My uncle ...
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... France , with unrelenting fangs , That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate , From thee be born , " who o'er thy ... France , who had rebelled against her husband , Edward II , and caused his death . 5 Isabel's son , Edward III , who ...
... France , with unrelenting fangs , That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate , From thee be born , " who o'er thy ... France , who had rebelled against her husband , Edward II , and caused his death . 5 Isabel's son , Edward III , who ...
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... France , Philip IV . The Temple in Fleet Street , London , was their property , and was given to the Knights of St. John , who leased it to the law students . The following poem , by Lord Houghton , is on the ruin of the Templars and ...
... France , Philip IV . The Temple in Fleet Street , London , was their property , and was given to the Knights of St. John , who leased it to the law students . The following poem , by Lord Houghton , is on the ruin of the Templars and ...
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... France and Flanders , hath seen fifty battles , And ta'en some judgment of them ; a stark hand , too , Which plays as with a straw with this same mace , 1 Which if a young arm here can wield more lightly , I never more will offer word ...
... France and Flanders , hath seen fifty battles , And ta'en some judgment of them ; a stark hand , too , Which plays as with a straw with this same mace , 1 Which if a young arm here can wield more lightly , I never more will offer word ...
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ARCHBISHOP CHICHELEY arms AULUS DIDIUS AUMERLE banners bards battle bear behold Bertrand du Guesclin blood BOLINGBROKE brave brother Bucentaur BUCKINGHAM Calais CARACTACUS CARDINAL Clarence Cromwell crown dead death deep DICK dost doth DUCHESS Duke Earl England English Enter Exeunt eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair falchions father fear fell fight France gallant gentle Geoffrey Chaucer GLENDOWER glory Gloster grace grief hand Harry Percy hath head hear heart Heaven Henry IV honour horse host HOTSPUR HUBERT Jack Cade KING HENRY KING RICHARD king's knight look lord Lord Hastings Matthew Gough merry Mortimer never noble Northumberland numbers o'er peace Percy pray Price 8d pride prince QUEEN rebels REGENT Roundhead royal Saint slain sleep smile soul spake spear steed SWINTON sword tears thee thine thou hast thought Tower unto victory waves WOLSEY word Yonge YORK
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Страница 281 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips, — "The foe! They come! They come!
Страница 125 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Страница 97 - And thus still doing, thus he passed along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rode he the whilst ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Страница 281 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Страница 229 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Страница 228 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd : O ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes
Страница 43 - Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!
Страница 44 - Hark, how each giant oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, 0 king ! their hundred arms they wave, Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.