Lyra Historica: Poems of British History, A.D. 61-1910, 第 2 部Clarendon Press, 1911 |
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... say , amen ? Am I both priest and clerk ? well then , amen . God save the King ! although I be not he ; And yet , amen , if heaven do think him me . To do what service am I sent for hither ? 10 15 York . To do that office of thine own ...
... say , amen ? Am I both priest and clerk ? well then , amen . God save the King ! although I be not he ; And yet , amen , if heaven do think him me . To do what service am I sent for hither ? 10 15 York . To do that office of thine own ...
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... Richard in an earthy pit ! God save King Henry , unking'd Richard says , And send him many years of sunshine days ! W. SHAKESPEARE ( from Richard II ) . 46. balm ] the sacred oil . 60 THE RED HARLAW ( 1411 ) The battle of the 13.
... Richard in an earthy pit ! God save King Henry , unking'd Richard says , And send him many years of sunshine days ! W. SHAKESPEARE ( from Richard II ) . 46. balm ] the sacred oil . 60 THE RED HARLAW ( 1411 ) The battle of the 13.
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... say , To - morrow is Saint Crispian : ' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars , And say , ' These wounds I had on Crispin's day . Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot , But he'll remember with advantages 5 ΙΟ What feats ...
... say , To - morrow is Saint Crispian : ' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars , And say , ' These wounds I had on Crispin's day . Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot , But he'll remember with advantages 5 ΙΟ What feats ...
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... say , is this the guise , Is this the fashion in the court of England ? Is this the government of Britain's isle , And this the royalty of Albion's king ? What ! shall King Henry be a pupil still , Under the surly Gloster's governance ...
... say , is this the guise , Is this the fashion in the court of England ? Is this the government of Britain's isle , And this the royalty of Albion's king ? What ! shall King Henry be a pupil still , Under the surly Gloster's governance ...
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... say , I taught thee , Say , Wolsey , that once trod the ways of glory , 30 And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour , Found thee a way , out of his wrack , to rise in ; A sure and safe one , though thy master miss'd it . Mark but ...
... say , I taught thee , Say , Wolsey , that once trod the ways of glory , 30 And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour , Found thee a way , out of his wrack , to rise in ; A sure and safe one , though thy master miss'd it . Mark but ...
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28 ページ - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
8 ページ - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture : let us swear That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not, For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot : Follow your spirit ; and upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George...
42 ページ - SEA. Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay ; In the dimmest North-East distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
65 ページ - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade ! " Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
53 ページ - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
8 ページ - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
9 ページ - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say, " To-morrow is Saint Crispian : " Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, " These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
39 ページ - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
54 ページ - 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...
39 ページ - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.