The Globe readers (ed. by A.F. Murison). Primer 1,2; Book 1-6, Libro 4Alexander Falconer Murison 1882 |
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... Harold , son of Earl Godwine , sought the crown , and had himself chosen king . This woke rivalry and dissension ... Harold with an English army , awaiting his attack on a low hill or rise of ground , which he had strengthened with ...
... Harold , son of Earl Godwine , sought the crown , and had himself chosen king . This woke rivalry and dissension ... Harold with an English army , awaiting his attack on a low hill or rise of ground , which he had strengthened with ...
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... King Harold's own housecarls left their ranks . But presently the Normans turned , and now the English had to fly . Those who had made this great mistake did their best to make up for it . Some managed to seize a little hill which rose ...
... King Harold's own housecarls left their ranks . But presently the Normans turned , and now the English had to fly . Those who had made this great mistake did their best to make up for it . Some managed to seize a little hill which rose ...
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... King Harold had only lived till nightfall . Here , as always in these times , everything depended on one man . Harold still lived and fought by his Standard , and it was against that point that all the devices of the Normans were now ...
... King Harold had only lived till nightfall . Here , as always in these times , everything depended on one man . Harold still lived and fought by his Standard , and it was against that point that all the devices of the Normans were now ...
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... King . Then four knights , one of whom was Count Eustace , rushed upon King Harold as he lay dying ; they killed him with several wounds , and mangled his body . Such was the end of the last native King of the English , Harold the son ...
... King . Then four knights , one of whom was Count Eustace , rushed upon King Harold as he lay dying ; they killed him with several wounds , and mangled his body . Such was the end of the last native King of the English , Harold the son ...
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... King Harold himself was carried off in this way , and lived for some time after , but we know that this is not true . I fancy that all those of the picked men who escaped at all escaped in this way . We hear nothing of any prisoners ...
... King Harold himself was carried off in this way , and lived for some time after , but we know that this is not true . I fancy that all those of the picked men who escaped at all escaped in this way . We hear nothing of any prisoners ...
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Página 76 - we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you; We have as short a spring: As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing : We die, As your hours do ; and dry Away Like to the summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning dew, Ne'er to be found
Página 138 - this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand ! My heart-strings round thee cling, Close as thy bark, old friend! Here shall the wild-bird sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree ! the storm still brave ! And, woodman, leave the spot; While I've a hand to save, Thy axe shall harm it not. GP
Página 114 - the ranks of death you'll find him, His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him. ' Land of song ! " said the warrior bard, " Though all the world betrays thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee ! " The minstrel fell!—but the foeman's chain Could not
Página 28 - in the rapid eddy plays. The frog has changed his yellow vest, And in a russet coat is drest. Though June, the air is cold and still, The mellow blackbird's voice is shrill. My dog, so altered in his taste, Quits mutton-bones, on grass to feast. And see yon rooks, how odd their flight!
Página 47 - To see this fight all people then Got up on trees and houses, On churches some, and chimneys too; But these put on their trousers, Not to spoil their hose. As soon as he rose, To make him strong and mighty, He drank, by the tale, six pots of ale And a quart of aqua-vitse. • It
Página 15 - cheerful face, And a bright, courageous eye, And bared his strong right arm for work, While the quick flames mounted high. And he sang, " Hurrah for my handiwork!" And the red sparks lit the air; Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made; " And he fashioned the First Ploughshare.
Página 45 - OF WANTLEY. OLD stories tell how Hercules A dragon slew at Lerna, With seven heads and fourteen eyes, To see and well discern-a : But he had a club, this dragon to drub, Or he ne'er had done it, I warrant ye : But More of More-hall, with nothing at all, He slew the dragon of Wantley.
Página 312 - each gone To his dwelling; Come, months, come away, Put on white, black, and grey; Let your light sisters play— Ye, follow the bier Of the dead, cold year, And make her grave green with tear on tear.
Página 164 - Not a feather she moves, not a carol she sings, As she waits in her tree so still; But when her heart heareth his napping wings, She hoots out her welcome shrill! O, when the moon shines, and the dogs do howl, Then, then is the cry of the horned owl
Página 84 - Little dost thou think, thou busy, busy bee, What is the end of thy toil! When the latest flowers of the ivy are gone, And all thy work for the year is done, Thy master comes for the spoil; Woe then for thee, thou busy, busy bee ! SOUTHEY. a-broad