Sir NigelA.L. Burt, 1906 - Всего страниц: 346 |
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Abbey Abbot amid archers armor arms arrows asked Aylward Aymery Bambro banner Basilisk Beaumanoir betwixt Black Simon blood blow bowmen Brittany Cadoc Calais castle Chandos Chargny comrades Cosford cried Nigel dark deck deed door Edith England English eyes face fair lord fair sir father fierce fight France French Frenchman front Gascony gleamed Guildford hand hath head heard heart holy honor instant John John Chandos King King's knight Lady Ermyntrude laughed looked Manny Mary master men-at-arms mind monks Montaubon never noble once passed Pommers pray Prince ride Robert Knolles rode rose round rushed sacrist Saint George Saint Leonard Saint Paul Samkin Samkin Aylward Shalford ship shook shoulder side sire smile soldier soul Squire Squire Loring stood strange Surely sword Tilford turned voice wall Walter Manny Waverley Winchelsea words yellow horse yonder young
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Стр. 318 - this day you have won glory and renown above us all, and your prowess has proved you to be the bravest knight." " My Lord," murmured the wounded man, " you have a right to say what you please; but I wish it were as you say." " James," said the Prince,
Стр. 4 - never matched before—scarlet and mauve and liver and black. It was as though the sick earth had burst into foul pustules; mildew and lichen mottled the walls, and with that filthy crop Death sprang also from the water-soaked earth. Men died, a-nd women and children, the baron
Стр. 28 - and he laid his cheek against the craning head. " I know you, Pommers, and you know me, and with the help of Saint Paul we shall teach some other folk to know us both. Now let us walk together as far as this moorland pond,
Стр. 37 - Hold thou my ways from glutted days Where poisoned leisure lies, And point the path of tears and wrath Which mounts to high emprise! A heart! A heart! Ah, give me a heart To rise to circumstance! Serene and high and bold to try The hazard of the chance, With strength to wait, but fixed as fate
Стр. 8 - lay the broad Abbey buildings, with church and cloisters, hospitium, chapter-house and frater-house, all buzzing with a busy life. Through the open window came the low hum of the voices of the brethren as they walked in pious converse in the ambulatory below. From across the cloister there rolled the distant rise and fall of a Gregorian chant,
Стр. 37 - chance, With strength to wait, but fixed as fate To plan and dare and do, The peer of all, and only thrall. Sweet lady mine, to you! It may have been that the sentiment went for more than the music, or it may have been
Стр. 36 - hard and the door be barred, The strong man enters in. If Chance and Fate still hold the gate, Give me the iron key, And turret high my plume shall fly, Or you may weep for me! A horse! A horse! Ah, give me a horse! To bear me out afar, Where blackest need and grimmest deed And sweetest perils are. Hold
Стр. 313 - and shredded. Many knights and squires had been disabled in the long and fierce combat at the hedge. Others, exhausted by want of food, had no strength left and were stretched panting upon the ground. Some were engaged in carrying the wounded to the rear and laying them under the shelter of
Стр. 100 - which rides and fights and yet hath no man within it." " Nay, not too fast, father Bishop," said one of the knights. " It may be all that you say and yet come from a human workshop. When I made a campaign in South Germany I have seen at
Стр. 100 - which could both ride and wield a sword. If this be such a one " " I thank you all for your very gentle courtesy," said a booming voice from the figure upon the ground. At the words even the valiant Manny sprang into his saddle. Some rode madly