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Fasti Eboracenses: Lives of the Archbishops of York. Volume 1 William H. Dixon,James Raine Limited preview - 2022 |
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Page 75 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 152 - THE bark that held a prince went down, The sweeping waves rolled on ; And what was England's glorious crown To him that wept a son ? He lived — for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death to those who mourn ? He never smiled again...
Page 213 - Speak to me ! Mighty grief Ere now the dust hath stirred ! Hear me, but hear me ! — father, chief, My king, I must be heard ! Hushed, hushed, — how is it that I call, And that thou answerest not? When was it thus? Woe, woe for all The love my soul forgot! "Thy silver hairs I see, So still, so sadly bright! And father, father ! but for me, They had not been so white ! I bore thee down, high heart, at last! No longer couldst thou strive. Oh, for one moment of the past, To kneel and say, — 'Forgive...
Page 35 - I AM in ROME ! Oft as the morning- ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy ? What has befallen me ? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in ROME...
Page 46 - To follow knowledge like a sinking star Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle — Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Page 32 - So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. I know The blessed music went that way my soul will have to go.
Page 176 - Man more purely lives, less oft doth fall, " More promptly rises, walks with stricter heed, " More safely rests, dies happier, is freed " Earlier from cleansing fires, and gains withal
Page 235 - Venus highe servise. But by the cause that they shulden rise Erly a-morwe for to seen the fight, Unto hir reste wenten they at night. And on the morwe whan the day gan spring, Of hors and harneis noise and clattering Ther was in the hostelries all aboute : And to the paleis rode ther many a route Of lordes, upon stedes and palfreis.
Page 177 - ... and, beyond the church, rise the shelves of rock, overhung with fern and ivy, which echoed their first litanies. ' Where could a place ' — we cannot deny ourselves the pleasure of quoting a passage which so truly reproduces the spirit of the scene, — ' Where could a place be found more fit to convince the recluse, if it were only by the force of contrast, that the retirement which he enjoyed was superior to the charms of the world beyond him ? Where could he live more purely, more devotedly,...
Page 76 - I leave my body to be buried without any funeral pomp, at the discretion of my executors, with this only monition, that I do not hold God's house a meet repository for the dead bodies of the greatest saints.