Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Volum 2Knight, 1824 |
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Pàgina 8
... present ; - your necessities are of the Mab - fashion ; your " chariot is an empty hazel - nut Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub ; " Your place , in a court of justice , is on " Lawyers ' fingers , who straight dream on fees ...
... present ; - your necessities are of the Mab - fashion ; your " chariot is an empty hazel - nut Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub ; " Your place , in a court of justice , is on " Lawyers ' fingers , who straight dream on fees ...
Pàgina 14
... present I could have received . To account for my leaving home so early in the morning , I fabricated a lie about an engagement to breakfast with a friend who lived some miles from town . While I was forging another to account for my ...
... present I could have received . To account for my leaving home so early in the morning , I fabricated a lie about an engagement to breakfast with a friend who lived some miles from town . While I was forging another to account for my ...
Pàgina 36
... present disposition of mind , this task is not , I assure you , one of the easiest . You have heard of the appalling features of this climate in the month of November ; and you may easily imagine what effect the sight of never - ending ...
... present disposition of mind , this task is not , I assure you , one of the easiest . You have heard of the appalling features of this climate in the month of November ; and you may easily imagine what effect the sight of never - ending ...
Pàgina 46
... present , Richard , and light no more . " The servant obeyed , after heaping a pile of pine - wood on the ample fire - place . 46 The Lady Alice Lisle . The Long Parliament The Lady Alice Lisle (Part II The Lady Alice Lisle.
... present , Richard , and light no more . " The servant obeyed , after heaping a pile of pine - wood on the ample fire - place . 46 The Lady Alice Lisle . The Long Parliament The Lady Alice Lisle (Part II The Lady Alice Lisle.
Pàgina 48
... present , so let your wife speak with it : nay , I must not , cannot be repulsed . One question I must put to you ; an- swer me one single question ! Is the King condemned ? " - " I make no answer to your question , madam . " - " May ...
... present , so let your wife speak with it : nay , I must not , cannot be repulsed . One question I must put to you ; an- swer me one single question ! Is the King condemned ? " - " I make no answer to your question , madam . " - " May ...
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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.