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,... The Standard Fourth Reader - Page 144by Epes Sargent - 1874Full view - About this book
| English fiction - 1824 - 486 pages
...is ours. Mayenne hath turned his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a...thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember Saint Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe... | |
| English fiction - 1824 - 488 pages
...and flags, and cloven mail And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember Saint 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." Oh ! was... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 498 pages
...is ours ! Mayenne hath turned his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a...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.' Oh ! was... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 430 pages
...is ours ! Mayenne hath turned his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a...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.' Oh ! was... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 426 pages
...is ours ! Mayenne hath turned his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a...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.' Oh ! was... | |
| John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - English poetry - 1828 - 600 pages
...is ours. Mayenne hath turned his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a...all along our van, " Remember St Bartholomew," was pass'd from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down, with every... | |
| 1828 - 602 pages
...is ours ! Mayenne hath turned hi* rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a...all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew," was pass'd from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down, with every... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 422 pages
...is ours ! Mayeune hath turned his rein. 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.... | |
| Lyre - English poetry - 1830 - 396 pages
...is ours ! Mayenne hath turn'd his rein. 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 heap'd with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail ; And then we thought on vengeance, and, all... | |
| James Melville M'Culloch - 1831 - 250 pages
...is ours ! Mayenne hath turned his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a...all along our van, " Remember St Bartholomew," was pass'd from man to man : But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe ; Down, down with every... | |
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