The Albigenses, by the author of 'Bertram'. |
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... rest or refreshment , ( for they had neither encountered hostel , town , nor castle in their way , ) had now entered on a wild lande or heath , wild as ever was trod by the " brogued feet " * of highland hunter , or " rough Irish kerne ...
... rest or refreshment , ( for they had neither encountered hostel , town , nor castle in their way , ) had now entered on a wild lande or heath , wild as ever was trod by the " brogued feet " * of highland hunter , or " rough Irish kerne ...
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... . 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 .
... . 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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... rest of the day , " said Sir Aymer , wiping his eyes , which overflowed involuntarily at the mention or relation of a noble action , " methinks this boy left us little to do but to chase the flanks of the emperor's host as a hawk would ...
... rest of the day , " said Sir Aymer , wiping his eyes , which overflowed involuntarily at the mention or relation of a noble action , " methinks this boy left us little to do but to chase the flanks of the emperor's host as a hawk would ...
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... rest , for all the peril of her craven kinsman . " < 6 They speak her a peerless and unima- ginable beauty , a treasury of unsummed excel- lencies , and , indeed , a paradise of all rare felicities , " said the abbot ; " and yet I ...
... rest , for all the peril of her craven kinsman . " < 6 They speak her a peerless and unima- ginable beauty , a treasury of unsummed excel- lencies , and , indeed , a paradise of all rare felicities , " said the abbot ; " and yet I ...
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... rest , " said the abbot . ( 6 " ( " My brethren , I give you a dispensation from midnight lauds . * By the mass , " said Sir Aymer , we have sung them to St. Bacchus for the last half hour ; their chimes will ring in my head till matins ...
... rest , " said the abbot . ( 6 " ( " My brethren , I give you a dispensation from midnight lauds . * By the mass , " said Sir Aymer , we have sung them to St. Bacchus for the last half hour ; their chimes will ring in my head till matins ...
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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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