The Poetical Works of Robert SoutheyLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1845 - 800 էջ |
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... John Ball preach . [ prison'd ? Alice . My father , wherefore was John Ball im- Was he not charitable , good , and pious ? I have heard him say that all mankind are brethren , And that like brethren they should love each other ; Was not ...
... John Ball preach . [ prison'd ? Alice . My father , wherefore was John Ball im- Was he not charitable , good , and pious ? I have heard him say that all mankind are brethren , And that like brethren they should love each other ; Was not ...
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... John Ball , Our friend , our shepherd . [ Mob increases . Tyler . Friends and Countrymen , Will ye then rise to save an honest man From the fierce clutches of the bloody law ? Oh , do not call to mind my private wrongs , That the state ...
... John Ball , Our friend , our shepherd . [ Mob increases . Tyler . Friends and Countrymen , Will ye then rise to save an honest man From the fierce clutches of the bloody law ? Oh , do not call to mind my private wrongs , That the state ...
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... John Ball . Why , ay , my friend ! These squalid rags bespeak what I have suffer'd . I was reviled , insulted , left to languish In a damp dungeon ; but I bore it cheerily - My heart was glad for I had done my duty . I pitied my ...
... John Ball . Why , ay , my friend ! These squalid rags bespeak what I have suffer'd . I was reviled , insulted , left to languish In a damp dungeon ; but I bore it cheerily - My heart was glad for I had done my duty . I pitied my ...
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... JOHN BALL , PIERS , & c . Mob . Piers . So far triumphant are we . How these nobles , These petty tyrants , who so long oppress'd us , Shrink at the first resistance . Hob . They were powerful Only because we fondly thought them so ...
... JOHN BALL , PIERS , & c . Mob . Piers . So far triumphant are we . How these nobles , These petty tyrants , who so long oppress'd us , Shrink at the first resistance . Hob . They were powerful Only because we fondly thought them so ...
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... John Ball . Revenge , my brethren , beseems not Christians : Send us these terms , sign'd with your seal of state . We will await in peace . Deceive us not- Act justly , so to excuse your late foul deed . A sin so black that only Death ...
... John Ball . Revenge , my brethren , beseems not Christians : Send us these terms , sign'd with your seal of state . We will await in peace . Deceive us not- Act justly , so to excuse your late foul deed . A sin so black that only Death ...
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Էջ 449 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Էջ 164 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and wringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Էջ 449 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head. And with a natural sigh, ' Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Էջ 449 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Էջ 143 - My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Էջ 235 - My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away; Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid: What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
Էջ 7 - But the Lord said unto me, Say not, I am a child : for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.
Էջ 208 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Էջ 450 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Էջ 213 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.