Elton Hazlewood: A Memoir, by His Friend Henry VaneT. Whittaker, 1891 - Počet stran: 146 |
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Strana 47 - 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.
Strana 48 - God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts; Possess them not with fear ; take from them now The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them ! — Not to-day, O Lord, O, not to-day, think not upon the fault My father made in compassing the crown...
Strana 47 - 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 ! [Exeunt . Alarum, and Chambers go off.
Strana 11 - ... like a prophecy or the dream of a prophecy. And the text, surely that means life, life as it is to most men, to all men who think ; ' And it shall come to pass in that day that the light shall not be clear nor dark, but it shall be one day, which shall be known unto the Lord, not day nor night, but it shall come to pass that at eventime it shall be light.
Strana 49 - Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature ! Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels, That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, That almost might...
Strana 18 - You remember how we used to talk about knighthood and Sir Percival and the vision of the Holy Grail. We used to say that we would strive to live like Christian knights, but, Harry, old man...
Strana 19 - I am older than you are, and have seen more of the world ; I would to God I hadn't. But I felt for old times
Strana 61 - I heard a carriage roll up to the door. There was a ring at the bell, and...
Strana 34 - What shall it profit ?" ring in his ears like a death-knell, and form a solemn undertone amid the laughter of mirth, and the plaudits of success.
Strana 33 - God in the world, and making a fair show of gaiety, we should find, that behind all the lightsome foreground of pleasure, there...