Category: History - British
When our gallant Norman foes Made our merry land their own, And the Saxons from the Conqueror were flying, At his bidding it arose, In its panoply of stone, A sentinel unliving and undying. Insensible, I trow, As a sentinel should be, Though a queen to save her head should com...
’Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays. OMAR...
7. CHAPTER VICalm Soul of all things! make it mine To feel, amid the city’s jar, That there abides a peace of thine Man did not make, and cannot mar. MATTHEW ARNOLD.
4. CHAPTER IIIThe raised portcullis’ arch they pass, The wicket with its bars of brass, The entrance long and low, Flanked at each turn by loopholes strait Where bowmen might in ambush wait (...
2. CHAPTER IThe Tower as palace and prison has been singularly neglected in literature. When we consider the part it has played in our history, how closely it is knit up in the woof and web...
5. CHAPTER IVThese manacles upon my arm I, as my mistress’ favours, wear; And for to keep my ancles warm, I have some iron shackles there; These walls are but my garrison; this cell, Which m...
6. CHAPTER VThe garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death’s purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb;...
1. CHAPTER VIWhen our gallant Norman foes Made our merry land their own, And the Saxons from the Conqueror were flying, At his bidding it arose, In its panoply of stone, A sentinel unliving...