The Albigenses, by the author of 'Bertram'. |
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... beauty , to which imagination or art would vainly , in copying them , have added tint or touch : they were such as might have visited the inspired dreams of a classic sculptor , haunted by the godlike images of " the fair humanities of ...
... beauty , to which imagination or art would vainly , in copying them , have added tint or touch : they were such as might have visited the inspired dreams of a classic sculptor , haunted by the godlike images of " the fair humanities of ...
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... beauty of his features , he touched his budding mustaches , as if anticipating the time when his visage would boast a more martial and manly shade . As the party rode on , their conversation ran diffusedly as that of men apparently more ...
... beauty of his features , he touched his budding mustaches , as if anticipating the time when his visage would boast a more martial and manly shade . As the party rode on , their conversation ran diffusedly as that of men apparently more ...
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... your volcano . For my vow as a knight , let it rest with thine , lord , as a churchman ; men say that the Bishop of Toulouse would not * The colour of beauty in that age . have sped so fast to the aid of the Lord 50 THE ALBIGENSES .
... your volcano . For my vow as a knight , let it rest with thine , lord , as a churchman ; men say that the Bishop of Toulouse would not * The colour of beauty in that age . have sped so fast to the aid of the Lord 50 THE ALBIGENSES .
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... beauty of the Lady Isabelle , his niece , outshone the brightest blazonry on his towers . " - The bishop smiled , not unpleased . " But , reverend lord , " pursued Sir Aymer , " should we fail to reach the castle of Courtenaye to ...
... beauty of the Lady Isabelle , his niece , outshone the brightest blazonry on his towers . " - The bishop smiled , not unpleased . " But , reverend lord , " pursued Sir Aymer , " should we fail to reach the castle of Courtenaye to ...
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... beauty , the dame sans peer , the Lady Isabelle ? " " She hath been a good mistress to me , " answered the youth in a subdued voice- " C a noble and a gentle - and to save one golden hair of her head from shredding , " ( Her hair is ...
... beauty , the dame sans peer , the Lady Isabelle ? " " She hath been a good mistress to me , " answered the youth in a subdued voice- " C a noble and a gentle - and to save one golden hair of her head from shredding , " ( Her hair is ...
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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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Страница 247 - Claudine prepared to obey as the lady sunk to rest amid softened lights, subdued odours, and dying melodies. A silver lamp, richly fretted, suspended from the raftered roof, gleamed faintly on the splendid bed. The curtains were of silk, and the coverlet of velvet, faced with miniver ; gilded coronals and tufts of plumage shed alternate gleam and shadow over every angle of the canopy; and tapestry of silk and silver covered every compartment of the walls, save where the uncouthly constructed doors...
Страница 245 - Slay me, and thou wilt be satisfied of the truth. The hairs grow inward— the wolfish coat is within — the wolfish heart is within — the wolfish fangs are within ; — yet, still, here is the food, and I cannot gnaw it as a wolf should :" — and he made the execrable morsel again visible. " Sir wolf," said Paladour, gathering strength and courage for this fearfV!
Страница 70 - I Glenallan's Earl this tide, And ye were Roland Cheyne, The spur should be in my horse's side, And the bridle upon his mane. "If they hae twenty thousand blades, And we twice ten times ten, Yet they hae but their tartan plaids, And we are mail-clad men. "My horse shall ride through ranks sae rude, As through the moorland fern, Then neer let the gentle Norman blude Grow cauld for Highland kerne.
Страница 186 - Victim to filial love. ARVIRAGUS ! Thou hadst no sister near the bloody field, Whose sorrowing search, led by yon orb of night, Might find thy body; wash with tears thy wounds ; And wipe them with her hair.