Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Volum 2Knight, 1824 |
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Pàgina 27
... hope , and thee . By whate'er of soft expression Thou hast taught to lovers ' eyes , Faint denial , slow confession , Glowing cheeks and stifled sighs ; By the pleasure and the pain , By the follies and the wiles , Pouting fondness ...
... hope , and thee . By whate'er of soft expression Thou hast taught to lovers ' eyes , Faint denial , slow confession , Glowing cheeks and stifled sighs ; By the pleasure and the pain , By the follies and the wiles , Pouting fondness ...
Pàgina 51
... hope that the King might be then escaping , assisted by her husband . Again she thought that * Lisle might have been discovered in the dangerous attempt , and that a prison might have kept him so long away from her . Fears for his life ...
... hope that the King might be then escaping , assisted by her husband . Again she thought that * Lisle might have been discovered in the dangerous attempt , and that a prison might have kept him so long away from her . Fears for his life ...
Pàgina 53
... hope sat with heavenly smiles in her place . Charles the First , for whose could that countenance be but his , turned to the bishop , and appeared to speak with him ; Alice thought that she could hear the sound of his voice in the ...
... hope sat with heavenly smiles in her place . Charles the First , for whose could that countenance be but his , turned to the bishop , and appeared to speak with him ; Alice thought that she could hear the sound of his voice in the ...
Pàgina 54
... hope themselves en- gaged of your party . Their anxiety in this respect is not sur- prising this is their sole means of subsistence . The curiosi- ties and phenomena in their locality constitute their crop , if I may so call it , and ...
... hope themselves en- gaged of your party . Their anxiety in this respect is not sur- prising this is their sole means of subsistence . The curiosi- ties and phenomena in their locality constitute their crop , if I may so call it , and ...
Pàgina 60
... hope of prevailing with me — and , indeed , no opportunity - in the din of these irruptions , no effort of human voice is distinguishable . Of all the party , the young Frenchman alone remained to bear me company . The lava flowed down ...
... hope of prevailing with me — and , indeed , no opportunity - in the din of these irruptions , no effort of human voice is distinguishable . Of all the party , the young Frenchman alone remained to bear me company . The lava flowed down ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 35 - 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 St Andre's plain, With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne.
Pàgina 34 - 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 Henry of Navarre.
Pàgina 450 - You show us Rome was glorious, not profuse, And pompous buildings once were things of use; Yet shall, my lord, your just, your noble rules, Fill half the land with imitating fools ; Who random drawings from your sheets shall take; And of one beauty many blunders make...
Pàgina 325 - Fools! your doublets shone with gold, and your hearts were gay and bold, When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to-day; And to-morrow shall the fox, from her chambers in the rocks, Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey. Where be your tongues that late mocked at heaven and hell and fate, And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades, Your perfum'd satin clothes, your catches and your oaths, Your stage-plays and your sonnets, your diamonds and your spades?
Pàgina 382 - It must not be; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent, And many an error by the same example Will rush into the state; it cannot be.
Pàgina 301 - That an accursed thing it is to gaze On prosperous tyrants with a dazzled eye...
Pàgina 161 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock 450 Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Pàgina 216 - Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death — A universe of death ! which God by curse Created evil— for evil only good, Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things, Abominable, inutterable, and worse Than fables yet have feigned, or fear conceived, Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire.
Pàgina 35 - 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. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Pàgina 35 - Oh, was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our sovereign lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre? Ho ! maidens of Vienna ! Ho ! matrons of Lucerne ! Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return ! Ho ! Philip, send for charity thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ! Ho ! burghers of St.