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... danger . They were kept in the neighbourhood of London till the end of the campaign . But their arrival enabled the King to send to the West some 1 Churchill is famous in history as the Duke of Marlborough . 2 Bevil Skelton was James ...
... danger . They were kept in the neighbourhood of London till the end of the campaign . But their arrival enabled the King to send to the West some 1 Churchill is famous in history as the Duke of Marlborough . 2 Bevil Skelton was James ...
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... dangers . The three fugi- tives had to traverse a country in which every one already knew the event of the battle , and in which no traveller of suspicious appearance could escape a close scrutiny . They rode on all day , shunning towns ...
... dangers . The three fugi- tives had to traverse a country in which every one already knew the event of the battle , and in which no traveller of suspicious appearance could escape a close scrutiny . They rode on all day , shunning towns ...
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... danger . On the following day he despatched letters , imploring the Queen Dowager and the Lord Treasurer to intercede in his behalf . When it was known in London how he had abased himself the general surprise was great ; and no man was ...
... danger . On the following day he despatched letters , imploring the Queen Dowager and the Lord Treasurer to intercede in his behalf . When it was known in London how he had abased himself the general surprise was great ; and no man was ...
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... danger of being torn in pieces , and was conveyed away under a strong guard . In the meantime many handkerchiefs were dipped in the Duke's blood ; for by a large part of the multitude he was regarded as a martyr who had died for the ...
... danger of being torn in pieces , and was conveyed away under a strong guard . In the meantime many handkerchiefs were dipped in the Duke's blood ; for by a large part of the multitude he was regarded as a martyr who had died for the ...
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... danger was great . To return in the face of the wind was impossible . Plymouth was the next port . But at Plymouth a garrison had been posted under the command of the Earl of Bath . The landing might be opposed : and a check might ...
... danger was great . To return in the face of the wind was impossible . Plymouth was the next port . But at Plymouth a garrison had been posted under the command of the Earl of Bath . The landing might be opposed : and a check might ...
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Page 459 - And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's 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...
Page 367 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene: But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try. Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head, Down as upon a bed.
Page 457 - And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay. Ho ! strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight : ho ! scatter flowers, fair maids : Ho ! gunners, fire a loud salute : ho ! gallants, draw your blades : Thou sun, shine on her joyously — ye breezes, waft her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our pride.
Page 461 - 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 Saint Genevieve, keep watch and ward to-night.
Page 460 - 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.
Page 459 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant 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 still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Page 458 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires: At once the wild alarum...
Page 148 - There the historian of the Roman Empire thought of the days when Cicero pleaded the cause of Sicily against Verres, and when, before a senate which still retained some show of freedom, Tacitus thundered against the oppressor of Africa. There were seen, side by side, the greatest painter and the greatest scholar of the age. The spectacle had allured Reynolds from that easel which has preserved to us the thoughtful foreheads of so many writers and statesmen, and the sweet smiles of so many noble matrons.
Page 461 - 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.
Page 148 - ... mother of a beautiful race, the Saint Cecilia whose delicate features, lighted up by love and music, art has rescued from the common decay'. There were the members of that brilliant society which quoted, criticised, and exchanged repartees, under the rich peacock-hangings of Mrs.