The Albigenses, by the author of 'Bertram'. |
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... haunted by a sort of bears , and peradventure they are so jealous of your bearing away the honours of * Stand in danger , i . e . are in debt . the crusade against those heretics , that they would first 20 THE ALBIGENSES .
... haunted by a sort of bears , and peradventure they are so jealous of your bearing away the honours of * Stand in danger , i . e . are in debt . the crusade against those heretics , that they would first 20 THE ALBIGENSES .
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... bears in your flesh ; — Heaven pardon me , but I could hardly chide them for comforting their bowels as they might , when I feel the ravage grief and emptiness are making in mine own . " " Thou hast not fasted longer than thy master , I ...
... bears in your flesh ; — Heaven pardon me , but I could hardly chide them for comforting their bowels as they might , when I feel the ravage grief and emptiness are making in mine own . " " Thou hast not fasted longer than thy master , I ...
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... words at first seemed to bear - " so do they with many - it is their use ; meanwhile , sir crusader , ( for such I deem you ; ) . your courtesy enforces me to teach you what otherwise I 26 THE ALBIGENSES . CHAPTER II. ...
... words at first seemed to bear - " so do they with many - it is their use ; meanwhile , sir crusader , ( for such I deem you ; ) . your courtesy enforces me to teach you what otherwise I 26 THE ALBIGENSES . CHAPTER II. ...
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... sat down sullenly among his broken nets , as if doubting of what use it was to repair them . " The night wanes , and I must win yonder shore ere midnight , " said the youth ; " bear me thither in safety , old man , and I THE ALBIGENSES .
... sat down sullenly among his broken nets , as if doubting of what use it was to repair them . " The night wanes , and I must win yonder shore ere midnight , " said the youth ; " bear me thither in safety , old man , and I THE ALBIGENSES .
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... bear a charge to waft you to them . " " Jesu preserve him who trusts to your pilotage ! " muttered the old fisherman , who at first had retired to some distance , but still continued to linger without departing . While he spoke , a ...
... bear a charge to waft you to them . " " Jesu preserve him who trusts to your pilotage ! " muttered the old fisherman , who at first had retired to some distance , but still continued to linger without departing . While he spoke , a ...
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abbot of Normoutier Albigenses Albigeois Amand amid Amirald answered armour attendants band bear beauty behold Bishop of Toulouse blood Boanerges castle of Courtenaye champion church Count of Toulouse Count Raymond cried Crusaders cursed damsels dark deacon deemed ears exclaimed eyes fear feeling female fierce flung gazed Genevieve gleam guerite guests hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven heretics hills holy knave lady Isabelle lady's lance Languedoc light look lord abbot Lord of Courtenaye maiden Mattathias men-at-arms Mephibosheth minstrel Monfort Monk of Montcalm mountains murmured never noble pale pastor pause perchance peril Pierre pray quoth Raymond of Toulouse rock rode round saints seemed Semonville shout Simon de Monfort Sir Aymer Sir Paladour smile sound spirit spoke squire steed stood tell terror thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt towers trembling utter valour Verac voice wearied whispered wild words wound youth
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