Pictures from English History: By the Great Historical ArtistsColeman E. Bishop Philips & Hunt, 1883 - 350 páginas |
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Anne Boleyn Archbishop Armada arms army barons battle battle of Waterloo Becket bishop blood Britons brother burned Calais called castle cause Charles Church command conquest cried Cromwell crown cuirassiers death defeated Duke of Austria Duke of York Earl Edward Edward IV Elizabeth enemy England English execution father fell fight fleet force France French gave George Gloucester hand Hastings head Henry VIII honor horse House hundred invades James Jane Seymour John killed King Henry king's knights La Haye Sainte ladies land Lollards London Lord Raglan married Mary ment Napoleon nation never noble Norman Normandy Parliament passed Philip Pitt Plantagenet pope pray prince prisoner queen Raleigh reign Richard Roman rose Roundheads royal Rump Parliament Saxon says scaffold Scotland Scots sent ships Sir Walter slain soldiers soon South Sea Spain sword throne took Tower town troops victory Warwick Wellington wife William Yorkists
Pasajes populares
Página 140 - Will I upon thy party wear this rose: And here I prophesy, — This brawl to-day, Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Página 173 - Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
Página 241 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Página 211 - You have sat too long here for any good you have been doing. Depart, I say, and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go!
Página 200 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Página 240 - I said to those who heard me first in America, " O brothers ! speaking the same dear mother tongue, — O comrades! enemies no more, let us take a mournful hand together as we stand by this royal corpse, and call a truce to battle! Low he lies to whom the proudest used to kneel once, and who was cast lower than the poorest; dead, whom millions prayed for in vain.
Página 159 - Jockey of Norfolk, be not too bold, For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.
Página 216 - There, says he, they are all dead, the man and his wife and five children. There, says he, they are shut up, you see a watchman at the door ; and so of other houses. Why...
Página 84 - ... the spectators. The openings for the entry of the combatants were at the northern and southern extremities of the lists, accessible by strong wooden gates, each wide enough to admit two horsemen riding abreast. At each of these portals were stationed two heralds, attended by six trumpets, as many pursuivants...
Página 214 - and said no more, but repeated those words continually, with a voice and countenance full of horror, a swift pace, and nobody could ever find him to stop, or rest, or take any sustenance, at least, that ever I could hear 'of. I met this poor creature several times in the streets, and would have spoken to him, but he would not enter into speech with me, or any one else, but held on his dismal cries continually.