Sir Walter Raleigh

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John Lane, 1928 - 255 páginas
Om hofmanden, søofficeren og eventyreren Walter Raleigh (1552-1618) og hans dramatiske livsløb fra en af Englands højeste poster til fangenskab og domfældelse som forræder
 

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Página 88 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs; All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Página 231 - Even such is Time, that takes on trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust : Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days. But from this earth, this grave, this dust, The Lord shall raise me up, I trust...
Página 69 - 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, that hath fought for his country, queen, religion, and honour...
Página 82 - Queen, At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept; And from thenceforth those graces were not seen, For they this Queen attended: in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse...
Página 88 - With coral clasps and amber studs, And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Página 191 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Página 75 - I assure you, Sir, his poor servants, to the number of a hundred and forty goodly men, and all the mariners, came to him with such shouts and joy, as I never saw a man more troubled to quiet them in my life.
Página 110 - Caora are a nation of people whose heads appear not above their shoulders, which though it may be thought a mere fable, yet for mine own part I am resolved it is true, because every child in the provinces of Arromaia and Canuri affirm the same. They are called Ewaipanoma. They are reported to have their eyes in their shoulders, and their mouths in the middle of their breasts, and that a long train of hair groweth backward between their shoulders.
Página 80 - His song was all a lamentable lay Of great unkindness and of usage hard, Of Cynthia, the Lady of the Sea, Which from her presence faultless him debarred.
Página 84 - What hath he lost, that such great grace hath won, Young years, for endless years, and hope unsure Of fortune's gifts, for wealth that still shall dure, Oh, happy race with so great praises run! England doth hold thy limbs that bred the same, Flanders thy valour where it last was tried, The camp thy sorrow where thy body died, Thy friends, thy want; the world, thy virtue's fame.

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