De Nova Villa: or, The house of Nevill in sunshine and shade
A. Reid, 1885 - 334 páginas
Richard de Neauville or Nova Villa, cousin of William the Conquerer, was the father of Gilbert, Robert, Richard, Ralph. From Gilbert descend the houses of Westmoreland, Warnick, Latimer and Abergavenny.
Comentarios de usuarios - Escribir una reseña
No hemos encontrado ninguna reseña en los sitios habituales.
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
De Nova Villa: Or, The House of Nevill in Sunshine and Shade
Henry James Swallow
Vista completa - 1885
De Nova Villa: Or the House of Nevill, in Sunshine and Shade (1885)
Henry J Swallow
No hay vista previa disponible - 2014
De Nova Vill: Or the House of Nevill, in Sunshine and Shade (1885)
Henry J. Swallow
No hay vista previa disponible - 2008
afterwards Archbishop Archbishop of York argent arms Barnard Castle Baron battle Beauchamp Bishop Brancepeth brother buried Castle Cecil Cecily Nevill Church Clarence command Constable Countess Countess of Westmoreland Crown Cuthbert Dacre daughter death died Duke Durham Earl of Northumberland Earl of Salisbury Earl of Warwick Earl of Westmoreland Edward IV Edward Nevill Elizabeth England Erle father France George Nevill Gloucester gules hath heir Henry Nevill Henry VI honour horse Katherine King Edward King Henry King's Knight Lady Anne Lancastrian lands letter London Lord Abergavenny Lord Latimer Lord Nevill Lordship Majesty manor March Margaret marriage married Mary Middleham monument Nev1ll noble Percy Prince Queen Raby Ralph Nevill rebels Richard III Richard Nevill Robert saltire Saxon Scotland Scots Sheriff Hutton Sir George Bowes Sir Henry Sir Thomas slain Staindrop tomb tower tyme unto Vide wife William York Yorkist
Página 36 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not live in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Página 18 - 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,
Página 36 - O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day ! K.
Página 36 - s he that wishes so ? My cousin Westmoreland ? No, my fair cousin. If we are mark'd to die, we are enow To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
Página 25 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep, To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their King. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the...
Página 277 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys warm and low; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky; The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
Página 36 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his...
Página 37 - And gentlemen in England, now abed, Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here: And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Página 214 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...