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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