The Albigenses, by the author of 'Bertram'. |
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... lord , or wholly to disregard it . This group consisted of the Bishop of Toulouse , a con- spicuous character in that age , -an old knight , Sir Aymer du Chastelroi , and a young one , who rode beside him in silence . The bishop led a ...
... lord , or wholly to disregard it . This group consisted of the Bishop of Toulouse , a con- spicuous character in that age , -an old knight , Sir Aymer du Chastelroi , and a young one , who rode beside him in silence . The bishop led a ...
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... the latter , and the latter second- ing the mighty impulses of the former with a force that seemed instinctive and connatural . Beside the bishop rode the brave old merry knight , Sir Aymer du Chas- telroi THE ALBIGENSES . 47.
... the latter , and the latter second- ing the mighty impulses of the former with a force that seemed instinctive and connatural . Beside the bishop rode the brave old merry knight , Sir Aymer du Chas- telroi THE ALBIGENSES . 47.
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Charles Robert Maturin. brave old merry knight , Sir Aymer du Chas- telroi . He was in armour , but had his helmet doffed for ease ; and his bald forehead , grey locks , and lank cheeks , were strongly con- trasted with the laughter of ...
Charles Robert Maturin. brave old merry knight , Sir Aymer du Chas- telroi . He was in armour , but had his helmet doffed for ease ; and his bald forehead , grey locks , and lank cheeks , were strongly con- trasted with the laughter of ...
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... Sir Aymer , whose notion of humour was by no means delicate , he looked up , and , blushing for the effeminate ... Sir Aymer , " cried the bishop , " are we near the castle of this lord of Courtenaye ? " VOL . I. D > " I know not well ...
... Sir Aymer , whose notion of humour was by no means delicate , he looked up , and , blushing for the effeminate ... Sir Aymer , " cried the bishop , " are we near the castle of this lord of Courtenaye ? " VOL . I. D > " I know not well ...
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... Sir Aymer ; " many a breast has been prematurely swept by a white beard ere now ; and your snow , " he added , stroking it , " was ever a close neighbour to your volcano . For my vow as a knight , let it rest with thine , lord , as a ...
... Sir Aymer ; " many a breast has been prematurely swept by a white beard ere now ; and your snow , " he added , stroking it , " was ever a close neighbour to your volcano . For my vow as a knight , let it rest with thine , lord , as a ...
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abbot of Normoutier Albigenses Albigeois Amand amid Amirald answered armour attendants band bear beauty behold Bishop of Toulouse blood Boanerges castle of Courtenaye champion church Count of Toulouse Count Raymond cried Crusaders cursed damsels dark deacon deemed ears exclaimed eyes fear feeling female fierce flung gazed Genevieve gleam guerite guests hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven heretics hills holy knave lady Isabelle lady's lance Languedoc light look lord abbot Lord of Courtenaye maiden Mattathias men-at-arms Mephibosheth minstrel Monfort Monk of Montcalm mountains murmured never noble pale pastor pause perchance peril Pierre pray quoth Raymond of Toulouse rock rode round saints seemed Semonville shout Simon de Monfort Sir Aymer Sir Paladour smile sound spirit spoke squire steed stood tell terror thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt towers trembling utter valour Verac voice wearied whispered wild words wound youth
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