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Сторінка 210 - 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 210 - ... 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: God save our lord the King! "And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may — For never I saw 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 224 - Now, God be praised, the day is ours ! Mayenne hath turned his rein, D'Aumale hath cried for quarter — the Flemish Count is slain ; Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail.
Сторінка 179 - 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 77 - Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment ; And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
Сторінка 260 - Be ruled by me, and we will rule the realm. In any case take heed of childish fear, For now we hold an old wolf by the ears, That if he slip will seize upon us both, And gripe the sorer, being gript himself. Think therefore, madam...
Сторінка 103 - when thieves fall out, honest men come by their own
Сторінка 179 - Oh! how our hearts were beating when, at the dawn of day, We saw the army of the League drawn out in long array; 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...
Сторінка 300 - END OF vOL II. GILBERT & RIvINOTON, Printers, St. John's Square, London.
Сторінка 238 - Throwing open his visor, and standing up in his stirrups, and with lips quivering convulsively, he addressed his army. — " Soldiers of Navarre and reformed France !" cried he, waving aloft his lance ; " do you want a banner to fight under? Follow my white plume, and turn not your horses...