Short stories founded on English history, Tập 425

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Trang 45 - Go to now, ye that say, To-day or to-morrow we will go into such a city and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain : whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life ? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
Trang 250 - ... in the seventieth year of her age, and the forty-fifth of her reign.
Trang 340 - Cork, in the north and the south, in the east and the west...
Trang 19 - CALL my brother back to me ; I cannot play alone ; The summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ?
Trang 131 - Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year and mark the night When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death through Berkeley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing king...
Trang 321 - Here lies our sovereign lord the king. Whose word no man relies on; Who never said a foolish thing, And never did a wise one.
Trang 188 - I find His Grace my very good lord indeed, and I believe he doth as singularly favour me as any subject within this Realm; howbeit, son Roper, I may tell thee I have no cause to be proud thereof, for if my head would win him a castle in France (for then there was war between us), it should not fail to go.
Trang 294 - Will. Jackson answered very satisfactorily, " I am a poor tenant's son of Colonel Lane, in Staffordshire ; we seldom have roast meat, but when we have, we don't make use of a jack ;" which in some measure assuaged the maid's indignation.
Trang 333 - One of these, called the Mountjoy, broke the enemy's boom; and all the three, after having sustained a very hot fire from both sides of the river, arrived in safety at the town, to the inexpressible joy of the inhabitants. The army of James...
Trang 19 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !

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