Robert d'Artois; or, The heron vow [by J.H. St. Aubyn]. |
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... promise pardon , - .. now release me . " " Softly - softly , " replied the rude tongued ruffian , " it costs nought to give promises- much to quit them . - Trust not to princes , saith the proverb . - Colly Zannecq ha'nt sweated himself ...
... promise pardon , - .. now release me . " " Softly - softly , " replied the rude tongued ruffian , " it costs nought to give promises- much to quit them . - Trust not to princes , saith the proverb . - Colly Zannecq ha'nt sweated himself ...
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... promise that , when arrived at its full stature , she would be a fine woman . One part of the education of the convent , consisted in teaching the pensioners how to arrange its domestic concerns . To this- though Inez complied , and ...
... promise that , when arrived at its full stature , she would be a fine woman . One part of the education of the convent , consisted in teaching the pensioners how to arrange its domestic concerns . To this- though Inez complied , and ...
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... " " Content ! my Lord . Yet one word more , -your royal promise not to mention this to living wight . " " Thou hast it , love . - It shall ne'er pass my lips . " CHAPTER XIII . " I NEVER could have thought , ROBERT D'ARTOIS . 143.
... " " Content ! my Lord . Yet one word more , -your royal promise not to mention this to living wight . " " Thou hast it , love . - It shall ne'er pass my lips . " CHAPTER XIII . " I NEVER could have thought , ROBERT D'ARTOIS . 143.
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... promise to invest thee with the first lands escheating to the crown . " 66 Thanks , many , many thanks unto your Grace for this good promise , but were you to invest me with all Normandy , full thrice as large as is the land I crave ...
... promise to invest thee with the first lands escheating to the crown . " 66 Thanks , many , many thanks unto your Grace for this good promise , but were you to invest me with all Normandy , full thrice as large as is the land I crave ...
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... promise at our death to cede to our beloved son Philip , that land of Artois wherewith we be now seized , -upon condi- " tion of his taking to wife Blanche , daughter of the Count of Brittany . 66 - Sec : do . And we give it to him in ...
... promise at our death to cede to our beloved son Philip , that land of Artois wherewith we be now seized , -upon condi- " tion of his taking to wife Blanche , daughter of the Count of Brittany . 66 - Sec : do . And we give it to him in ...
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Abbot addressed anger answer arms arrived Bavay behold bosom brother castle chance CHAPTER Clisson continued Count of Artois Count of Flanders Count of Hainault countenance Countess court D'Artois Damoyseau destrier Devion doth Duke of Normandy Edward exclaimed eyes father fear feel Flanders France Froissart Gaston de Foix Gaultier Geoffroi give Grace Guienne Hainault hand hast hath heard heart Heaven hither honour hope Inez Jeanne King King's Knight Lady Emily land Landreci Le Conquet leave Liege look Lord Louis manner matter Mauny Messire methinks mind monk ne'er never Otho passed perceived person Philip possession present promise replied rest Robert round scarcely seemed Seigneur Sire Sovereign speak spot tell thee thine thou didst thought tion told tone of voice Tournai troops turned twas unto vassal wherefore whilst words Zannecq
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Стр. 30 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.
Стр. 80 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
Стр. 112 - Puis que couars est par devant moi mis, " Drois est que mieux en vaille, j'en dirai mon avis, " Et s'en verrai le fait se longuement je vis, " Ou je moray en painne de mon veu acomplir ; " Car je veu et prometh à Dieu de Paradis, " Et à sa douche mère de qui il fu nourris, " Que ains que chix ans soit passés ne acomplis, •: Que je deffîerai le roy de Saint Denys, •' Et passerai la mer, avec moi mes subgis...
Стр. 1 - Long absent HAROLD re-appears at last ; He of the breast which fain no more would feel, Wrung with the wounds which kill not, but ne'er heal...
Стр. 175 - ... boschi la smarrita agnella, che dal pastor sperando essere udita, si va lagnando in questa parte e in quella; tanto che '1 lupo l'ode da lontano, e '1 misero pastor ne piagne invano.
Стр. 111 - Vechi viande as preux, à chiaux qui sont soubgis « As Dames amoureuses, qui tant ont cler le vis. « Seigneur, j'ai un hairon que mes faucons a prins, « Et chi ne doit mangier nuls...
Стр. 66 - Their cups some hollow trunk, their bed a grove ; Murder their sport, and rapes their only love, Their courage frenzy, strength their sole command, Their arms, what fury offered to their hand 1 And whon at last in brutish fight they dy'd, Some spacious thicket a vast grave supply -d.
Стр. 114 - ... faire au roi de France: La teneur de laquelle lettre s'ensuit. « Edouard, par la grâce de Dieu roi d'Angleterre, seigneur d'Irlande, duc d'Aquitaine, à tous ceux qui ces présentes lettres verront ou orront, salut. Savoir faisons : Comme nous faisions à Amiens hommage à excellent prince notre seigneur et cousin Philippe roi de France , lors nous fut dit et requis de par lui que nous...
Стр. 190 - Miser chi mal oprando si confida ch'ognor star debbia il maleficio occulto; che quando ogn'altro taccia, intorno grida l'aria e la terra istessa in ch'è sepulto: e Dio fa spesso che '1 peccato guida il peccator, poi ch'alcun di gli ha indulto, che sé medesmo, senza altrui richiesta, innavedutamente manifesta.
Стр. 109 - Up drawbridge, grooms — what, warder, ho ! Let the portcullis fall." — Lord Marmion turned, — well was his need, — And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous gate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending grazed his plume.