Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Volum 2Knight, 1824 |
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Pàgina 30
... land where thou art prosperous is thy country . " Surely we ought to say to every lady " The land where thou art pretty is thy country . " Besides , to exclude foreign beauties from the chorus of the initiated in the Elysian fields is ...
... land where thou art prosperous is thy country . " Surely we ought to say to every lady " The land where thou art pretty is thy country . " Besides , to exclude foreign beauties from the chorus of the initiated in the Elysian fields is ...
Pàgina 34
... land of France ! And thou , Rochelle , our own Rochelle , proud city of the waters , Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters . As thou wert constant in our ills , be joyous in our joy , For cold , and stiff , and ...
... land of France ! And thou , Rochelle , our own Rochelle , proud city of the waters , Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters . As thou wert constant in our ills , be joyous in our joy , For cold , and stiff , and ...
Pàgina 41
... land . I could exemplify this by some ludicrous instances , but I shall content myself with repeating an expressive sentence of one of my continental friends , who says that en Angleterre on est corps glorieux . Now this rule holds good ...
... land . I could exemplify this by some ludicrous instances , but I shall content myself with repeating an expressive sentence of one of my continental friends , who says that en Angleterre on est corps glorieux . Now this rule holds good ...
Pàgina 45
... land , within the last thirty years stand unrivalled in the history of the world . There has not been an appeal made from any one spot between the Kremlin and the rock of Lisbon , and from the Shannon to the Euphrates , by the victims ...
... land , within the last thirty years stand unrivalled in the history of the world . There has not been an appeal made from any one spot between the Kremlin and the rock of Lisbon , and from the Shannon to the Euphrates , by the victims ...
Pàgina 46
... land which seems to smile up in return , as a loving maid to her youthful and ardent lover ! Vale ! 1 THE LADY ALICE LISLE . PART I. THE last faint flush of daylight had faded away , and the framework of the casement which had been ...
... land which seems to smile up in return , as a loving maid to her youthful and ardent lover ! Vale ! 1 THE LADY ALICE LISLE . PART I. THE last faint flush of daylight had faded away , and the framework of the casement which had been ...
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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.