Historical reader, Ausgabe 1Griffith and Farran, 1884 - 144 Seiten |
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Abbey Archbishop army arrows attack barons BATTLE OF AGINCOURT battle of Ashdown became king Becket brave Britain Britons Buckingham called Canterbury castle Catholics Charles chief church Cnut coast conquered COPY-BOOKS crown Danes DARNELL'S death Duke Earl Simon Edward Edward III Elizabeth enemies English Ethelred Farran's Educational Series father fell fight fought gave Gaveston Griffith & Farran's hands Harold heart Henry Henry II horse House HOUSE OF YORK hundred James John King Arthur king of France king's kingdom knights land Large Text Short lived London Lord marched married Mary ministers murdered Napoleon Needlework noble Normandy o'er Parliament Picts Poitiers Prince of Wales princess reign Richard Romans Round rule sailed Saxons Scotch Scotland sent ships SIMON DE MONTFORT soldiers STANDARD Stephen sword taken prisoner Text Short Words Thomas Becket thou thousand throne took Tower troops victory Wallace warriors Wat Tyler William Rufus WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR
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Seite 73 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now ; To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, — How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 116 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Seite 136 - Say, father, say, If yet my task is done ?" He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father !" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone ! And" — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Seite 121 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with...
Seite 135 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Seite 114 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Seite 73 - O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many...
Seite 73 - When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Seite 124 - Why .'twas a very wicked thing! " Said little Wilhelmine. ">Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, " It was a famous victory. " And everybody praised the Duke, Who such a fight did win." " But what good came of it at last? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Seite 124 - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.