The Albigenses, a Romance. By the Author of "Bertram" ...

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Bliss and White, 1824
 

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Seite 144 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Seite 8 - Give me where I may stand and I will move the world.
Seite 52 - In far off fields and waves, Where the worm and the sea-bird only know your bed, To haunt this spot where all Those eyes that wept your fall, And the hearts that wail'd you, like your own, lie dead?
Seite 62 - Tis of heaven's fastening : well may we raise jars, Jealousies, strifes, and heart-burning disagreements, Like a thick scurf o'er life, as did our master Upon that patient" miracle ; but the work itself Our power cannot disjoin.
Seite 109 - Lady of the Lake. OUR battle will be told with greater clearness, if the reader is furnished with an outline of its order. As has been more than once intimated already, Sir Frederick Dashwood had made all his preparations to commence the assault from the side of the land, the object being to prevent a retreat...
Seite 53 - ... and melancholy conversation that followed, she eloquently painted the progress of that disastrous passion which bestowed on its victims immortality and wretchedness. At its close she read to Genevieve part of a letter she had been writing, and of which every page was blotted with her tears. ' Deum testem invoco, si Augustus universum praesidens mundum, matrimonii honore dignaretur, totumque mihi orbem confirmaret in perpetuo praesidendum, charius mihi ac dignius videretur, tua dici arnica,* quam...
Seite 188 - tis wondrous horrid! now My lawless love, and boundless pow'r reproach me. But I will think no more on't. Come, my Friends, Let's meet these Romans, and my Rebel-Son; 190 Let's kill till we are weary, then lye down And rest for ever; O 'tis Noble Ruine!

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