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Anglo-Saxon archbishop Archbishop of Canterbury archers arms army barons battle Becket bishop bishop of Beauvais blood body brother Cæsar Calais called Canute castle cause church commanded Conqueror conquest court cousin crown death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl earl of Warwick enemies English Enter father favour fear fight force friends hand Harold hast hath head heart heaven Henry II holy honour horse Joan John justice king Edward King Henry king of England king of France king Richard king's kingdom knights Lancaster land Lanfranc London lord manner Montfort Murd never noble Norman Normandy oath peace person Philip pope possession prince prisoner queen quoth realm reign Roman Rouen royal Saxon Scotland Scots Scottish sent shewed slain soldiers soul speak sword thee things thou throne took Tower town unto victory Wallace William words
Sivu 450 - Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again ; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
Sivu 568 - 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 forever 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...
Sivu 480 - That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Sivu 63 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Sivu 421 - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills...
Sivu 421 - All murdered : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Sivu 454 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Sivu 358 - Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn: In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, They melt, they vanish from my eyes. But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Descending slow their glitt'ring skirts unroll?
Sivu 421 - Let's choose executors, and talk of wills : And yet not so, — for what can we bequeath, Save our deposed bodies to the ground ? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's ; And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model 15 of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Sivu 451 - Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark!) And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous salt-petre 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.