The Battle Abbey Roll: With Some Account of the Norman Lineages, Volume 2

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Page 376 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an Angel dropt down from the clouds To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 94 - even so perfectly as God made the world ; or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened — yea, presently sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways which I will not name, for the honour I bear them —so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell till
Page 187 - sheep, and my mother milked 30 kine ; he was able and did find the King a harness with himself and his horse while he came to the place that he should receive the King's wages. I can remember that I buckled his harness when he went to Blackheath Field He kept me to school ; he married my sisters with five pounds
Page 115 - Here die I, Richard Grenville, with a joyful and quiet mind, for that I have ended my life as a true soldier ought to do, fighting for his country, Queen, religion, and honour : my soul willingly departing from this
Page 346 - 1 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 !
Page 187 - the fear of God. He kept hospitality to his poor neighbours, and some alms he gave to the poor : and all this he did of the same farm, where he that now hath it payeth 16
Page 14 - the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon almshouse, neat, but void of state, Where Age and Want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest,
Page 202 - In darkness long the mother sat, And her first words were—' Let there be At Bolton, on the field of Wharfe, A stately Priory.' That stately Priory was reared, And Wharfe, as he moved along, To matins joined a mournful voice, Nor failed at even-song.
Page 254 - Even like a man new haled from the rack, So fare my limbs with long imprisonment ; And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death, Nestor-like aged, in an age of care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
Page 253 - :— " When on the gentle Severn's sedgy bank, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendower.