Copeland's Treasury for Booklovers: A Panorama of English and American Poetry and Prose from the Earliest Times to the Present, Volume 1 |
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Page 115
No enemy This while our noble king , His broad sword brandishing , Down the French host did ding , As to o'erwhelm it , And many a deep wound lent , His arms with blood besprent , And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet .
No enemy This while our noble king , His broad sword brandishing , Down the French host did ding , As to o'erwhelm it , And many a deep wound lent , His arms with blood besprent , And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet .
Page 141
Stiffen the sinews summon up the blood , Look to my chattels and my movables . Disguise fair naturc with hard - favour'd Let senses rule ; the word is “ Pitch and rage ; Pay . " Then lend the eye a terrible aspect ; Let it pry through ...
Stiffen the sinews summon up the blood , Look to my chattels and my movables . Disguise fair naturc with hard - favour'd Let senses rule ; the word is “ Pitch and rage ; Pay . " Then lend the eye a terrible aspect ; Let it pry through ...
Page 153
It will have blood , they say ; the earth hide thee ! blood will have blood . Thy bones are marrowless , thy blood is Stones have been known to move and cold ; trees to speak ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Augures and ...
It will have blood , they say ; the earth hide thee ! blood will have blood . Thy bones are marrowless , thy blood is Stones have been known to move and cold ; trees to speak ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Augures and ...
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