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... shouting of the enemy ; and as they had robbed the inha- bitants with their usual freedom , they might well dread having their course pointed out by the victims of their plundering disposition . The track they were pursuing was scarcely ...
... shouting of the enemy ; and as they had robbed the inha- bitants with their usual freedom , they might well dread having their course pointed out by the victims of their plundering disposition . The track they were pursuing was scarcely ...
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... who mistook Fritz for a pri soner , and ran forward to assist , " when we reach the stream , we'll gurgle him between wind and water , by the holy St. Denis ! " 66 Holy devil ! " shouted Schwartz , who had THE DAYS OF THE LEAGUE . 21.
... who mistook Fritz for a pri soner , and ran forward to assist , " when we reach the stream , we'll gurgle him between wind and water , by the holy St. Denis ! " 66 Holy devil ! " shouted Schwartz , who had THE DAYS OF THE LEAGUE . 21.
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... shouted Schwartz , who had not seen the guide enter the camp , " who are you ? An idolatrous Catholic by your mouth - piece ! How is your master Guise ? " And before Ezzelin could explain that the peasant was their future guide ...
... shouted Schwartz , who had not seen the guide enter the camp , " who are you ? An idolatrous Catholic by your mouth - piece ! How is your master Guise ? " And before Ezzelin could explain that the peasant was their future guide ...
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... shouted the Viscount , " we'll fight for it while our wains are crossing the stream . " The passing regiment was hidden from the view of the sentinels at Pougues by the plantation which intervened , an obstruction which would not have ...
... shouted the Viscount , " we'll fight for it while our wains are crossing the stream . " The passing regiment was hidden from the view of the sentinels at Pougues by the plantation which intervened , an obstruction which would not have ...
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... shouted Ezzelin . " Ah , it's all right , " rejoined the guide , " you are not a borderer . " " I thought it would come to this , " said Schwartz . " There are two deep holes somewhere about here , " said Louis doubtingly , " where the ...
... shouted Ezzelin . " Ah , it's all right , " rejoined the guide , " you are not a borderer . " " I thought it would come to this , " said Schwartz . " There are two deep holes somewhere about here , " said Louis doubtingly , " where the ...
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Henri Quatre: Or, The Days of the League. In Three Volumes, Том 2 John Henry Mancur Повний перегляд - 1834 |
Henri Quatre: Or, The Days of the League. In Three Volumes, Том 2 John Henry Mancur Повний перегляд - 1834 |
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Antoine armour arms army arquebusiers Baron De Nevailles beheld beneath Biron Blois Bourbon brave brother Catherine Catholics chamber Charité Château Chateau de Blois Clerc command comrades Cordelier Count court Coutras cried D'Usez D'Usson danger daughter duchess Duke of Guise Emilie enemy escape exclaimed eyes Ezzelin faith Father Roquelaure favour favourite forced fortress France Freiberg friends Gabrielle garrison gentleman governor Grammont hand head heard heart Henry herald heretic holy honour horses house of Valois Huguenots Joyeuse King of Navarre L'Isle du Marais lady lance laugh League Leaguers Lincestre Lisette look Louis Louvre Madame Mademoiselle majesty Majesty's Margaret Marshal Marshal de Biron Mayenne monarch monk monseigneur Monsieur Montjoie Montpensier never noble palace passed peasant Pomini Poulain preacher present Prince Protector province Queen of Navarre Queen-mother Quelus regiment rejoined replied Ritters Roche Rosny royal scarcely Schwartz seneschal shouted smile soldiers trooper troops Turenne Valois veteran Vivans voice
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Сторінка 54 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies, — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Сторінка 54 - Hurrah! the foes are moving. Hark to the mingled din, Of fife, and steed, and trump, and drum, and roaring culverin. The fiery Duke is pricking fast across Saint Andre's plain, With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne.
Сторінка 46 - The king is come to marshal us, in all his armour drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Сторінка 221 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Сторінка 46 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Сторінка 30 - With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers, And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ; And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand : And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for His own holy name, and Henryof Navarre.
Сторінка 97 - I EAGERLY inhale the breeze From thee, sweet Provence, blowing; And all that's thine delights me so, Such pleasant thoughts bestowing, That if thy very name is named I listen joyously, And ask a hundred words for one — So sweet to hear of thee. And surely none can name a spot So sweet in memory biding, As 'twixt the Durance and the sea, Where the swift Rhone is gliding : There ever fresh delights abound, There, midst its people gay, I left my heart with one whose smile Would drive each grief away....
Сторінка 199 - Ah, noble prince, how oft haue I behelde Thee mounted on thy fierce and traumpling stede, Shining in armour bright before the tilt, And with thy mistresse sleue tied on thy helme.
Сторінка 97 - Who could iveara sadtlen'd heart? Fairer than the far-famed Helen, Lovelier than the flowrets gay, Snow-white teeth, and lips truth-telling. Heart as open as the day; Golden hair, and fresh bright roses — Heaven, who form'da thing so fair. Knows that never yet another * Lived, who can with her compare.
Сторінка 121 - Perce de mille dards, Quand la Gloire m'appelle A la suite de Mars! Cruelle departie, Malheureux jour! Que ne suis-je sans vie, Ou sans amour!