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a Chapter in the "Biography of Manuel" and an early Cabell work. I find Cabell more than a little "Precious", as he was a very conscious aristocrat. but if you are looking for fantasy in the "High ... Vollständige Rezension lesen
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Seite 92 - Let not thine heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths. For she hath cast down many wounded : yea, many strong men have been slain by her. Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death.
Seite 121 - You will now return home, and take your prisoner, the King of Scotland, and convey him to my wife ; and by way of remuneration, I assign lands as near your house as you can choose them, to the amount of five hundred pounds a year, for you and your heirs.
Seite 4 - ... forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with, a twined thread. The scorching beams under the equinoctial, or extremity of cold within the circle arctic, where the very seas are frozen, cold or torrid zone, cannot avoid or expel this heat, fury, and rage of mortal men.  "Quo fugis ab demens, nulla est fuga, tu licet usque Ad Tanaim fugias, usque sequetur amor.
Seite 100 - I also think and believe for certain, that this lady and her son have been driven from their kingdom wrongfully. If it is for the glory of God to comfort the afflicted, how much more is it so to help and succour those of such high birth, who is daughter of a king, descended from royal lineage, and to whose blood we ourselves are related...
Seite 94 - Perceive at last that thou hast in thee something better and more divine than the things which cause the various effects, and as it were pull thee by the strings.
Seite 116 - My dear Lord, I recommend me to your high lordship with heart and body and all my poor might, and with all this I thank you as my dear lord dearest and best beloved of all earthly lords I say for me, and thank you my dear lord with all this that I...
Seite 110 - ... advancing on the pages, he gave blows, indifferent on whom they fell, bawling out, " Advance, advance on these traitors." He then made up to the Duke of Orleans, who was not far off, and the duke seeing him approach, and the state he was in, spurred his horse and made off, but the king followed him. All were in the greatest amazement, and knew not what to do; at last, when quite wearied out from fatigue, a Norman knight, called Sir William Martel, came behind the king and caught him in his arms,...
Seite 94 - For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing : for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not.
Seite 116 - God can, if he pleases, send his grace to a poor squire as well as to a great lord. Sire, do not take it amiss, if I did not surrender King David to the orders of my lady queen, for I hold my lands of you, and not of her, and my oath is to you, and not to her, unless, indeed, through choice.
Seite 217 - But the King was a kindly tyrant, crushing independence from his associates as lesser folk squeeze water from a sponge. "I cannot go thus. Acknowledge me to be Alain, the man you love, or else strike upon the gong." "You are cruel !" she wailed, in her torture. "Yes, I am cruel.