The Library of Choice Literature and Encyclopædia of Universal Authorship ...Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon Gebbie & Company, 1893 |
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8. oldal
... round the Abbey of Villers sheltered for several days and nights the dispersed luckless country people . Even at the present day certain vestiges , such as old burnt trunks of trees , mark the spot of these poor encamp - headed woman ...
... round the Abbey of Villers sheltered for several days and nights the dispersed luckless country people . Even at the present day certain vestiges , such as old burnt trunks of trees , mark the spot of these poor encamp - headed woman ...
12. oldal
... round white cush- ions for epaulettes ; the Hanoverian light- horse with their leathern helmets , brass bands , and red horse - tails ; the Highland- ers with their bare knees and chequered plaids , and the long white gaiters of our ...
... round white cush- ions for epaulettes ; the Hanoverian light- horse with their leathern helmets , brass bands , and red horse - tails ; the Highland- ers with their bare knees and chequered plaids , and the long white gaiters of our ...
13. oldal
... round the pla- teau the English had cut through the hedges at certain spots , formed embrasures in the hawthorns , thrust guns between branches and loop - holed the shrubs - their artillery was ambuscaded under the brambles . This Punic ...
... round the pla- teau the English had cut through the hedges at certain spots , formed embrasures in the hawthorns , thrust guns between branches and loop - holed the shrubs - their artillery was ambuscaded under the brambles . This Punic ...
15. oldal
... round his head the whistle of bullets and canister . Almost at the spot where his horse's hoofs stood , cannon - balls , old sa- bre blades , and shapeless , rust - eaten projec- tiles have been picked up ; a few years ago a live shell ...
... round his head the whistle of bullets and canister . Almost at the spot where his horse's hoofs stood , cannon - balls , old sa- bre blades , and shapeless , rust - eaten projec- tiles have been picked up ; a few years ago a live shell ...
16. oldal
... round La Haye Sainte - all these stormy incidents , passing like battle - clouds before Napoleon , had scarce disturbed his glance or cast a gloom over his imperial face . Napoleon was accustomed to look steadily at war ; he never On ...
... round La Haye Sainte - all these stormy incidents , passing like battle - clouds before Napoleon , had scarce disturbed his glance or cast a gloom over his imperial face . Napoleon was accustomed to look steadily at war ; he never On ...
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311. oldal - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
280. oldal - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
280. oldal - Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man ; But out spake gentle Henry, — " No Frenchman is my foe ; Down, down with every foreigner ! but let your brethren go.
160. oldal - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, " Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
160. oldal - Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ; ' Speed !' echoed the wall to us galloping through ; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
309. oldal - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown...
280. oldal - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
296. oldal - Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
206. oldal - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave. Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
310. oldal - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.