Revolutions in English History, Zväzok 1

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J.W. Parker and Son, 1859 - 1964 strán (strany)

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Strana 452 - That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood. And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture...
Strana 452 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility : But when the blast of war...
Strana 147 - Thames, and the crews landed and took Canterbury and London by storm, and put to flight Beorhtwulf, king of the Mercians, with his army, and then went south over the Thames into Surrey ; and there king...
Strana 7 - They subsist by their cattle, leading for the most part a wandering life. Of the metals they have tin and lead, which with skins they barter with the merchants for earthenware, salt, and brazen vessels.
Strana 375 - ... to make his eldest son a knight, and once to marry his eldest daughter ; and for this there shall be only paid a reasonable aid.
Strana 609 - But it is much otherwise with a king whose government is political, because he can neither make any alteration or change in the laws of the realm without the consent of the subjects, nor burthen them against their wills with strange impositions, so that a people governed by such laws as are made by their own consent and approbation enjoy their properties securely, and without the hazard of being deprived of them, either by the king or any older.
Strana 481 - And ye shall understand, that I have put this book out of Latin into French, and translated it again out of French into English, that every man of my nation may understand it.
Strana 452 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding - which I doubt not, For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start.
Strana 594 - The axe then did at one blow cut off more learning than was in the heads of all the surviving nobility.

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