The Romance of History: England, Band 1

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Seite 243 - good as his word, when, on ascending the throne of Brittany, the Earl of Perche became his vassal. We cannot know what measures were used to force this degradation on the reluctant and high-spirited Constance; it is only certain that she...
Seite 27 - His pastoral staff and ring were therefore demanded of him by Lanfranc, in the king's name ; but Wulstan, grasping his staff with an unmoved countenance, made this reply : " I know, my lord archbishop, that I am entirely unfit for, and unworthy so high a station, being undeserving of the honour, and unequal to the task ; however, I think it unreasonable that you should demand that staff which I never received from you, yet in some measure I submit to your sentence, and will resign it ; but consider...
Seite 261 - I've kept my plighted vow. Beneath thy casement here I stand To lead thee by thy own white hand Far from this dull and captive strand : — But where art thou ? Wake, lady, wake ! — She wakes, she wakes ! Through the green mead her course she takes ; And now her lover's arms enfold A prize more precious far than gold, Blushing like morning's ray ; Now mount thy palfrey, maiden...
Seite 53 - We sleep not the sun's light away, Nor shame with our revels the moon, But we chase the fleet deer at the break of day, And we feast on his haunches at noon ; While the greenwood tree Waves over us free, And of broad oak leaves our garlands be.
Seite 261 - Th' appointed hour is flown. Danger and doubt have vanish'd quite, Our way before lies clear and right, And all is ready for the flight, Save thou alone ! Wake Lady ! wake ! I have a wreath Thy broad fair brow should rise beneath ; I have a ring that must not shine On any finger, Love ! but thine ; I've kept my plighted vow ; Beneath thy casement here I stand, To lead thee by...
Seite 260 - Wake, lady, wake ! the midnight moon Sails through the cloudless skies of June, The stars gaze sweetly on the stream Which in the brightness of their beam One sheet of glory lies ; The glow-worm lends its little light, And all that's beautiful and bright Is shining on our world to-night, Save thy bright eyes. Wake, lady, wake ! the nightingale Tells to the moon her lovelorn tale ; Now doth the brook that's...
Seite 317 - I have intrusted to thee what I hold dearest in this world, except my wife and children : I mean the town and castle of Calais, which thou hast sold to the French, and for which thou deservest death.
Seite 88 - Hastings, but that escaping he retired to a cell near St. John's Church, in Chester, and died there an anchoret, as was owned by himself in his last confession which he made when dying, and in memory whereof, his tomb was shown when Knighton wrote. The same story is told by a contemporary, Eadmer, whom Malmsbury styles " an historian to be praised for his sincerity and truth.
Seite 231 - Robust but not Herculean - to the sight No giant frame sets forth his common height; Yet, in the whole, who paused to look again, Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men; They gaze and marvel how - and still confess That thus it is, but why they cannot guess.
Seite 89 - And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. — I'll not fight with thee. Macd. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o

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