My king, I've given you the city, haven't I?
Henry became king of England.
A king is history's slave.
In our histories, I'm king of the universe.
In a short time they reached Corinth in safety, and the king sent an officer to bring the captain and his men to the palace.
Mr. Marsh was the undisputed king of the castle, but he obviously acknowledged his wife as the queen.
He is the well-known Prince Bolkonski who had to retire from the army under the late Emperor, and was nicknamed 'the King of Prussia.'
The king of Corinth was his friend.
King Richard will be impatient.
The king looked, and saw that his soldiers were beaten, and that the battle was everywhere going against him.
The king, for once, was puzzled.
Although his father was a king, Cyrus was brought up like the son of a common man.
King Croesus was very intrigued by all these oracles around the world.
Alex is the traditional king of the castle and you are – at least to some degree – subservient.
"'Tis my honor, my king," Sirian said with a pretty bow.
Far away, at the other side of the field, King Richard saw his men falling back.
And Alfred did grow up to become the wisest and noblest king that England ever had.
"My king," the boy said with a hasty bow.
Did you ever hear of King Charles the Twelfth, of Sweden?
She, on the other hand, was living a Stephen King novel in the clutches of a mass murderer.
He was the king now in his own right.
"We must go, my king," Hilden said, emerging from the forest.
They were so astonished that they fell upon their knees before the king and confessed their crime.
They killed the king and many other people.
Not providing his brother a proper burial—the burial of a king!—had sickened him.
"My king, Vara sends word: the water isn't working," Hilden whispered.
Then some one outside called loudly, "Have you seen King Robert the Bruce pass this way?"
I guess he was 'high profile'— king of the clan or some nonsense like that.
Their king sends word again.
The possessed king snapped out of his thoughts and looked around.
The king had sent them there to make the people obey his unjust laws.
"Shoe him quickly, for the king wishes to ride him to battle," said the groom who had brought him.
King Richard was lost.
One day King Solomon was sitting on his throne, and his great men were standing around him.
The wreaths were so nearly alike that none of those who were with the king could point out any difference.
Still the king did not answer.
The king moved uneasily on his golden throne.
All eyes were turned to see why the king had said, "Open the window."
There was one such king who had four sons, Ethelbald, Ethelbert, Ethelred, and Alfred. The three older boys were sturdy, half-grown lads; the youngest, Alfred, was a slender, fair-haired child.
One day King Astyages planned to make a great feast for the lad.
King Astyages did not know whether to be pleased or displeased.
The king also wondered why this man, who was his favorite, should be so slighted.
Sarcas himself could not have served the king half so well.
"Poison, my boy!" cried King Astyages, much alarmed.
When Cyrus became a man, he succeeded his father as king of Persia; he also succeeded his grandfather Astyages as king of Media.
In Persia, when Cyrus the Great was king, boys were taught to tell the truth.
He led the great king to his palace and begged that he would dine with him.
He told his wonderful story to the king; but the king would not believe him.
One night the king sat up very late, writing letters and sending messages; and the little page was kept busy running on errands until past midnight.
The next morning the king wished to send him on another errand.
The king was about to waken him roughly, when he saw a piece of paper on the floor beside him.
Be faithful to the king and do your duty._
The king went back to the room on tiptoe.
You may send the gold pieces to your mother with my compliments; and tell her that the king will take care of both her and you.
What boy or girl has not heard the story of King Robert Brace and the spider?
The king himself was obliged to hide in the wild woods while his foes hunted for him with hounds.
He is now being hunted with hounds, but I hope soon to see him king over all Scotland.
"Since you love him so well," said the king, "I will tell you something.
"My men have been scattered," said the king, "and therefore, no one is with me."
They were tall and strong young men, and they gladly promised to go with the king and help him.
The king sat down by the fire, and the woman hurried to get things ready for supper.
"Be brave, and defend your king with your lives," said their mother.
Soon he became the real king and ruler of all Scotland,
Sometimes he carried three or four bags to the palace where the little king of France lived with his mother.
He had just noticed that the king was wearing poor Charlot's Sunday suit instead of his own.
Louis the Fourteenth became king of France when he was only five years old.
A little story called "The Frost King," which I wrote and sent to Mr. Anagnos, of the Perkins Institution for the Blind, was at the root of the trouble.
We are amused at beholding the costume of Henry VIII, or Queen Elizabeth, as much as if it was that of the King and Queen of the Cannibal Islands.
Claire's crib, not in her nursery, was in the corner of the master bedroom, next to a large king size bed.
As their king, Damian owed them nothing.
Darian felt the magic of the world bombard him, both welcoming home the man that had been its king and trying to figure out what he now was.
The seated king eyed Taran as Memon approached Rissa.
Remember, son, your uncle, our king, wants us to return with a token of the barbarians' agreement.
A season before, his father was called in by his brother, the king, to personally travel to the barbarian lands after a tribe of barbarians invited them to trade with them.
I give water from the Springs to every king my father wronged.
"My king?" one of his advisors ventured.
Dierdirien will arrive soon and can help us remove any king unwilling to accept peace.
"You honor me, my king," he murmured.
"As you desire, my king," he said instead.
"My king," he said with a bow, ignoring the silver-haired man.
"I'll use the king," said the boy, and pulled his prisoner out of the buggy.
One wicked witch named Mombi stole him and carried him away, keeping him as a prisoner.
This, noble Horse, is my friend the Cowardly Lion, who is the valiant King of the Forest, but at the same time a faithful vassal of Princess Ozma.
Then Dorothy wound up Tik-tok and he danced a jig to amuse the company, after which the Yellow Hen related some of her adventures with the Nome King in the Land of Ev.
Some time later, the shepherd went to the city and told the king that the children had learned to speak one word, but how or from whom, he did not know.
Then the king called one of the wisest scholars in Egypt and asked him what the word meant.
To- day will decide whether Richard or Henry shall be king of England.
King Richard rode hither and thither, cheering his men and fighting his foes.
His enemy, Henry, who wished to be king, was pressing him hard.
Then the king remembered something.
King Solomon lived three thousand years ago.
As the little king went out, he turned at the door and called to Charlot.
One day King Henry the Fourth of France was hunting in a large forest.
"Well, my boy," said the king, "are you looking for your father?"
The horse cantered briskly along, and king and boy were soon quite well acquainted.
"They say that King Henry always has a number of men with him," said the boy; "how shall I know which is he?"
All the other men will take off their hats, but the king will keep his on.
All the men seemed amused when they saw the boy, and as they rode up, they greeted the king by taking off their hats.
"Well, my boy," said King Henry, "which do you think is the king?"
The people of his country had made him their king; but as soon as he had made good laws for them he gave up his crown.
There everybody was talking about King Cleobulus and his wonderful wisdom.
Everybody had heard of Periander, king of Corinth.
She said, "At this very moment King Croesus is making turtle and goat soup."
In any event, King Croesus had it in his mind to wage war against the Persians, so he asked the oracle: "Should I attack the Persians?"
It is wisdom that King Solomon asked God for, not intelligence.
You may be thinking that choosing the right place to eat Italian food doesn't constitute wisdom in a King Solomon kind of way.
Smallpox affected the rich and the poor and it changed the course of history: It killed Queen Mary II of England in 1694, King Louis I of Spain in 1724, Emperor Peter II of Russia in 1730, and King Louis XV of France in 1774, and changed the succession to the thrones of nations a dozen more times.
I base that expectation in part on the fact that today, many of us already live in more comfort than the richest king in the world did two hundred years ago.
We control the temperature of our surroundings, eat food from around the world, and own possessions no king could have imagined.
The Bulgarian king Samuel was so stricken by the sight of his mighty army staggering back home that he suffered a stroke and died two days later.
(Of course, when a king proves himself through battle, he is not risking his life but the lives of thousands of his subjects.
Once this became known, the question was submitted for arbitration to the king of the Netherlands, who ruled the St. John River to be the border.
They expected the king to choose one border or another, not create his own compromise border.
Macbeth is the story of a ruthless wife, Lady Macbeth, who persuades her husband to murder the king and take his throne.
King Lear is about a father who has three daughters—two who flatter him, but a third who speaks honestly and bluntly to him because she loves him.
Infuriated, the king disowns the honest daughter and gives the kingdom to the two deceptive daughters.
It was suggested that I should change the title from "Autumn Leaves" to "The Frost King," which I did.
Mr. Anagnos was delighted with "The Frost King," and published it in one of the Perkins Institution reports.
At the time I was writing "The Frost King," and this letter, like many others, contains phrases which show that my mind was saturated with the story.
Since the publication of "The Story of My Life" in the Ladies' Home Journal, Mr. Anagnos has made a statement, in a letter to Mr. Macy, that at the time of the "Frost King" matter, he believed I was innocent.
The summer and winter following the "Frost King" incident I spent with my family in Alabama.
"The Frost King" was forgotten.
Up to the time of the "Frost King" episode, I had lived the unconscious life of a little child; now my thoughts were turned inward, and I beheld things invisible.
I wondered more and more, while Burke's masterly speech rolled on in mighty surges of eloquence, how it was that King George and his ministers could have turned a deaf ear to his warning prophecy of our victory and their humiliation.
I take all my other friends to see this king-tree.
There is a tradition that under this tree King Philip, the heroic Indian chief, gazed his last on earth and sky.
Each checker has a hole in the middle in which a brass knob can be placed to distinguish the king from the commons.
Many years ago there lived in England many good people, but the king and his friends were not kind and gentle and patient with good people, because the king did not like to have the people disobey him.
People did not like to go to church with the king; but they did like to build very nice little churches for themselves.
There is a hiatus of several months in the letters, caused by the depressing effect on Helen and Miss Sullivan of the "Frost King" episode.
I sat in King Ludwig's armchair and felt like a queen when Dr. Gillett remarked that I had many loyal subjects.
He has lately had several books printed in England for me, "Old Mortality," "The Castle of Otranto" and "King of No-land."...
How noble and kingly the King was, especially in his misfortunes!
The last act affected us most deeply, and we all wept, wondering how the executioner could have the heart to tear the King from his loving wife's arms.
TO MISS CAROLINE DERBY New York, March 2nd, 1896. ...We miss dear King John sadly.
For this report Miss Sullivan wrote the fullest and largest account she has ever written; and in this report appeared the "Frost King," which is discussed fully in a later chapter.
I refer to the "Frost King" episode, which I shall explain in detail.
Every year Santa Claus takes a journey over the world in a sleigh drawn by a strong and rapid steed called "Rudolph."
I will tell you how King Frost first thought of this kind work, for it is a strange story.
He has two neighbours, who live still farther north; one is King Winter, a cross and churlish old monarch, who is hard and cruel, and delights in making the poor suffer and weep; but the other neighbour is Santa Claus, a fine, good-natured, jolly old soul, who loves to do good, and who brings presents to the poor, and to nice little children at Christmas.
Well, one day King Frost was trying to think of some good that he could do with his treasure; and suddenly he concluded to send some of it to his kind neighbour, Santa Claus, to buy presents of food and clothing for the poor, that they might not suffer so much when King Winter went near their homes.
So he called together his merry little fairies, and showing them a number of jars and vases filled with gold and precious stones, told them to carry those carefully to the palace of Santa Claus, and give them to him with the compliments of King Frost.
It was very beautiful; but the idle fairies were too much frightened at the mischief their disobedience had caused, to admire the beauty of the forest, and at once tried to hide themselves among the bushes, lest King Frost should come and punish them.
Their fears were well founded, for their long absence had alarmed the king, and he had started out to look for his tardy servants, and just as they were all hidden, he came along slowly, looking on all sides for the fairies.
King Frost frowned and looked very angry at first, and his fairies trembled for fear and cowered still lower in their hiding-places; but just then two little children came dancing through the wood, and though they did not see King Frost or the fairies, they saw the beautiful colour of the leaves, and laughed with delight, and began picking great bunches to take to their mother.
Their pleasure charmed away King Frost's anger, and he, too, began to admire the painted trees, and at last he said to himself, My treasures are not wasted if they make little children happy.
Then the fairies thanked him for his forgiveness, and promised to work very hard to please him; and the good-natured king took them all up in his arms, and carried them safely home to his palace.
But, children, you must make King Frost a visit the very first opportunity you have, and see for yourselves this wonderful palace.
The old King will welcome you kindly, for he loves children, and it is his chief delight to give them pleasure.
You must know that King Frost, like all other kings, has great treasures of gold and precious stones; but as he is a generous old monarch, he endeavours to make a right use of his riches.
I will tell you how King Frost happened to think of painting the leaves, for it is a strange story.
King Sun laughed softly to himself when the delicate jars began to melt and break.
They were afraid that King Frost would come and punish them.
Their fears were well founded, for their long absence had alarmed the King, and he mounted North Wind and went out in search of his tardy couriers.
At first King Frost was very angry, and the fairies trembled and crouched lower in their hiding-places, and I do not know what might have happened to them if just then a party of boys and girls had not entered the wood.
Their pleasure banished the anger from King Frost's heart and the frown from his brow, and he, too, began to admire the painted trees.
Helen told me that for a long time she had thought of Jack Frost as a king, because of the many treasures which he possessed.
She could not remember that any one had ever read to her any stories about King Frost, but said she had talked with her teacher about Jack Frost and the wonderful things he did.
This may explain the reason why Helen claims persistently that "The Frost King" is her own story.
Helen Keller writing "The Frost King" was building better than she knew and saying more than she meant.
I called on the king, but he made me wait in his hall, and conducted like a man incapacitated for hospitality.
"Yes, if having obtained power, without availing himself of it to commit murder he had restored it to the rightful king, I should have called him a great man," remarked the vicomte.
"In a word, a hearty one..." said the subaltern, laughing (the regimental commander was nicknamed King of Hearts).
So don't be surprised if not only the Minister of War but also his Most August Majesty the Emperor and King Francis is not much delighted by your victory.
We shall not cease to express our sincere views on that subject, and can only say to the King of Prussia and others: 'So much the worse for you.
After that Anna Pavlovna led up to the courage and firmness of the King of Prussia, in order to draw Boris into the conversation.
The head of the garrison at Glogau, with ten thousand men, asks the King of Prussia what he is to do if he is summoned to surrender....
In the middle stood what were probably a king and a queen.
The king waved his right arm and, evidently nervous, sang something badly and sat down on a crimson throne.
She sang something mournfully, addressing the queen, but the king waved his arm severely, and men and women with bare legs came in from both sides and began dancing all together.
Then the king again shouted to the sound of music, and they all began singing.
Balashev was only two horses' length from the equestrian with the bracelets, plumes, necklaces, and gold embroidery, who was galloping toward him with a theatrically solemn countenance, when Julner, the French colonel, whispered respectfully: "The King of Naples!"
It was, in fact, Murat, now called "King of Naples."
As soon as the King began to speak loud and fast his royal dignity instantly forsook him, and without noticing it he passed into his natural tone of good-natured familiarity.
But royaute oblige! * and he felt it incumbent on him, as a king and an ally, to confer on state affairs with Alexander's envoy.
Their king was insane and they changed him for another-- Bernadotte, who promptly went mad--for no Swede would ally himself with Russia unless he were mad.
At Rostov's suggestion it was agreed that whoever became "King" should have the right to kiss Mary Hendrikhovna's hand, and that the "Booby" should go to refill and reheat the samovar for the doctor when the latter awoke.
It was a portrait, painted in bright colors by Gerard, of the son borne to Napoleon by the daughter of the Emperor of Austria, the boy whom for some reason everyone called "The King of Rome."
Though it was not clear what the artist meant to express by depicting the so-called King of Rome spiking the earth with a stick, the allegory apparently seemed to Napoleon, as it had done to all who had seen it in Paris, quite clear and very pleasing.
"The King of Rome!" he said, pointing to the portrait with a graceful gesture.
He ordered the portrait to be carried outside his tent, that the Old Guard, stationed round it, might not be deprived of the pleasure of seeing the King of Rome, the son and heir of their adored monarch.
"We kicked him out from there so that he chucked everything, we grabbed the King himself!" cried he, looking around him with eyes that glittered with fever.
In front rode a detachment of Wurttemberg hussars and behind them rode the King of Naples himself accompanied by a numerous suite.
Our King of Naples, who knows what's what, cried 'Bravo!'
Your misfortunes are cruel, but His Majesty the Emperor and King desires to arrest their course.
But to the generals, especially the foreign ones in the Russian army, who wished to distinguish themselves, to astonish somebody, and for some reason to capture a king or a duke--it seemed that now--when any battle must be horrible and senseless--was the very time to fight and conquer somebody.
The King of Prussia and Bismarck issue decrees and an army enters Bohemia.
He's like a modern-day king who's in charge of the superheroes trying to beat down the evil villains.
She saw Damian watch the new king get his tattoo as a rite of passage, saw it again as Claire made love to the man meant to be her husband, saw it in Isac's vision as he hacked the tattooed man apart.
There was one bed --a California king --in what she now realized was a plain hotel room.
He hoped she wasn't going to play a King Solomon and cut the damn thing in half but he withdrew a Swiss Army knife from his pocket.
He's king of the double standard.
Ethel looked at him as if he'd proposed a trip to the moon, stating emphatically the only activity worthy of sweat would take place in her king size bed.
Fred was being consoled by Mrs. Abernathy or some other of his lady friends so Dean spent the evening alone with the sound of a little early Nat King Cole trio, vintage forties.
The bed in their room was king sized – overkill, since they usually slept cuddled together.
She had met once with her immediate neighbor, the king of Palmis, but this clan that had snatched her plainly did not know who she was, or they would not seek to kill a queen in such a way.
The king he addressed appeared less than convinced.
"You will accept me as your king?" he asked hoarsely.
The warrior-king patted his shoulder and turned to look over the chamber again.
"You will be great indeed, my king," Sirian agreed.
And the queen said, You are wise, King Solomon.
While the shah and the king were talking, two countrymen came in.
Lydian time, they were to ask their respective oracle a question: "What is King Croesus doing right now?"
King Frost lives in a beautiful palace far to the North, in the land of perpetual snow.
"I will send my treasures to Santa Claus," said the King to himself.
They say that characters were engraven on the bathing tub of King Tchingthang to this effect: "Renew thyself completely each day; do it again, and again, and forever again."
"A king needs a warrior, not a doll," Jule teased.
My king, I have something I must tell you.
"As you wish, my king," he responded with another look at Vara.