First (-Third) historical reader. [With] Home-lesson book to the First (-Third) historical reader, Book 1

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Page 39 - And Arthur and his knighthood for a space Were all one will, and thro' that strength the King Drew in the petty princedoms under him, Fought, and in twelve great battles overcame The heathen hordes, and made a realm and reign'd.
Page 21 - Thou ow'st thy laurelled brow ; Inglorious victory had been thine, . And more inglorious bondage mine. "Now I have spoken, do thy will ; Be life or death my lot, Since Britain's throne no more I fill, To me it matters not. My fame is clear ; but on my fate Thy glory or thy shame must wait.
Page 20 - I would address thee as thy slave, But as the bold should greet the brave ! " I might, perchance, could I have deigned To hold a vassal's throne, E'en now in Britain's isle have reigned A King in name alone, Yet holding, as thy meek ally, A monarch's mimic pageantry.
Page 147 - The sacred banners of St. Cuthbert of Durham, St. Peter of York, St. John of Beverley, and St. Wilfred of Ripon hung from a pole fixed in a four-wheeled car which stood in the centre of the host.
Page 95 - I climbed to yon heights, Where the Norman encamped him of old, With his bowmen and knights, And his banner all burnished with gold...
Page 67 - Woe to the realms which he coasted ! for there Was shedding of blood, and rending of hair, Rape of maiden, and slaughter of priest, Gathering of ravens and wolves to the feast : When he hoisted his standard black, Before him was battle, behind him wrack, And he burn'd the churches, that heathen Dane, To light his band to their barks again.
Page 20 - Her homely huts and woodland bowers To Britain might have left ; Worthless to you their wealth must be, But dear to us, for they were free ! " I might have bowed before, but where Had been thy triumph now?
Page 95 - As it marshalled our Chivalry's sires. On each turf of that mead Stood the captors of England's domains, That ennobled her breed And high-mettled the blood of her veins. Over hauberk and helm As the sun's setting splendor was thrown, Thence they looked o'er a realm And to-morrow beheld it their own.
Page 20 - Unbound his head, unbent his knee, Undimmed his eye, his aspect free. A free and fearless glance he cast On temple, arch, and tower, By which the long procession passed Of Rome's victorious power ; And somewhat of a scornful smile Upcurled his haughty lip the while.
Page 20 - Silent his fellow-captive's grief As fearless spoke the Island Chief : " Think not, thou eagle Lord of Rome, And master of the world, Though victory's banner o'er thy dome In triumph now...

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