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... unto us it is A cell of ignorance ; travelling abed ; A prison for a debtor , that not dares To stride a limit . Arv . What should we speak of When we are old as you ? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December , how , In ...
... unto us it is A cell of ignorance ; travelling abed ; A prison for a debtor , that not dares To stride a limit . Arv . What should we speak of When we are old as you ? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December , how , In ...
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... unto a stripling's height attain'd , He ever would my widow's cause maintain With all the steady boldness of a man . I was no widow then . Second Cairl . Be comforted , good mother . Mother . What say'st thou to me ? knowest thou where ...
... unto a stripling's height attain'd , He ever would my widow's cause maintain With all the steady boldness of a man . I was no widow then . Second Cairl . Be comforted , good mother . Mother . What say'st thou to me ? knowest thou where ...
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... unto this day the ground of our speech , for no other offspring hath our language originally had than that . " The noble language " the tongue that Shakspere spake❞ — which is our inheritance , may be saved from corruption by the study ...
... unto this day the ground of our speech , for no other offspring hath our language originally had than that . " The noble language " the tongue that Shakspere spake❞ — which is our inheritance , may be saved from corruption by the study ...
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... unto a king— Taught by a peasant's wife , whom fate hath made Her sovereign's monitress . She little knows At whom she rails ; yet is the roof her own : Nor does she play the housewife grudgingly . Give her her humour ! So ! How stands ...
... unto a king— Taught by a peasant's wife , whom fate hath made Her sovereign's monitress . She little knows At whom she rails ; yet is the roof her own : Nor does she play the housewife grudgingly . Give her her humour ! So ! How stands ...
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... unto whom I have intrusted the government , as they wish to preserve my good will , and save their own souls , to do no injustice either to poor or rich . Let those who are noble and those who are not , equally obtain their rights ...
... unto whom I have intrusted the government , as they wish to preserve my good will , and save their own souls , to do no injustice either to poor or rich . Let those who are noble and those who are not , equally obtain their rights ...
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Half Hours of English History, Selected and Illustr. by C. Knight English History Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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 council 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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 8 - Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun.) Half of thy heart we consecrate. (The web is wove. The work is done.) Stay, oh stay!