The ancestry of ... queen Victoria, and of ... prince Albert

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Strana 273 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Strana 187 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Strana 106 - Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright, The shrieks of death through Berkeley's roofs that ring ; Shrieks of an agonizing king...
Strana 220 - It might be added, that early authorities show us no such persons as Banquo and his son Fleance, nor have we reason to think that the latter ever fled further from Macbeth than across the flat scene, according to the stage direction. Neither were Banquo or his son ancestors of the house of Stuart.
Strana 289 - Ghibellines, the former appellation was derived from the name of their progenitors in the female line. But the genuine masculine descent of the Princes of Brunswick must be explored beyond the Alps : the venerable tree, which has since overshadowed Germany and Britain, was planted in the Italian soil.
Strana 273 - This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world...
Strana 240 - Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field, Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! XXXV Day dawns upon the mountain's side.
Strana 118 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Strana 254 - to say my long prayer " (meaning the Lord's Prayer) , « but I will say my short one, < Lighten mine eyes, O Lord, lest I sleep the sleep of death.
Strana 260 - Oh (cried the goddess) for some pedant reign ! Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the Doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if dulness sees a grateful day, Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.

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