Henry of Monmouth: Or, Memoirs of the Life and Character of Henry the Fifth, as Prince of Wales and King of England, Band 2R. Bentley, 1838 |
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Seite 417 - AGINCOURT Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance, Longer will tarry; But putting to the main At Kaux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Seite 420 - Glo'ster, that duke so good, Next of the royal blood, For famous England stood, With his brave brother, Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another. Warwick...
Seite 420 - Stuck the French horses, With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather ; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts, Stuck close together. When down their bows they threw, And forth their bilbows drew, And on the French they flew, Not one was tardy : Arms were from shoulders sent ; Scalps to the teeth were rent ; Down the French peasants went ; Our men were hardy.
Seite 419 - Have ever to the sun By fame been raised. " And for myself," quoth he, " This my full rest shall be : England ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me ; Victor I will remain Or on this earth lie slain ; Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me.
Seite 418 - Which he neglects the while, As from a nation vile, Yet with an angry smile, Their fall portending. And turning to his men Quoth our brave Henry then: 'Though they to one be ten, Be not amazed.
Seite 420 - Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope. Upon...
Seite 26 - What, my lord ! shall we build houses and provide livelihoods for a company of buzzing monks, whose end and fall we ourselves may live to see ? No, no ! it is more meet a great deal, that we should have care to provide for the increase of learning, and for such as by their learning shall do good in the church and commonwealth.
Seite 392 - have ye any meat?" They answered: " No." A brief answer was this ; but it was enough for the Almighty Lord Who knew all things from all eternity, to Whom all hearts are open, and from Whom no secret is hid, Who knew both what was in the ship and what was swimming in the sea. Thou hadst pity then, O good Jesus, on their poor estate, just as formerly Thou hadst pity upon the multitude which in the wilderness had nothing to eat ; and Thou gavest, without delay, by a single word, to those Who obeyed...
Seite 419 - A braver man not there, O Lord, how hot they were On the false Frenchmen! They now to fight are gone, Armour on armour shone, Drum now to drum did groan, To hear was wonder, That with cries they make The very earth did shake, Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder.
Seite 419 - Well it thine age became, O noble Erpingham, Which didst the signal aim To our hid forces ! When from a meadow by, Like a storm suddenly The English archery Stuck the French horses. With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts Stuck close together. When down their bows they threw, And forth their bilbos...