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ALCIBIADES Alice Alice Lisle ancient Apollonius appear astrology beauty Boeotian CALLICLES CALLIDEMUS canto Catalani cause Chaldaean character Christian Chrysanthius colour court Dante death divine Divine Comedy doctrines England English Eucharis Eumolpus evil eyes favour fear feelings friends genius Gentian gods Grecian happy heard heart heaven HIPPOMACHUS honour hope human Iamblichus imitation John Lisle King Lady Lanval liberty light Lisle live look Lord magic manner mind mountain mysterious Narenor nation nature never night object observed once opinions Parliament passed passion perhaps person Petrarch philosophers Philostratus Platonic Platonists Plotinus poem poet Polybius poor Porphyry prince Proclus Pythagoras racter reader religion rites Roman scarcely sect seemed Sir Lanval smile soul speak SPEUSIPPUS spirit style sweet Syrianus thee theurgic thing thou thought Tiberias tion truth voice words writers young Zoroaster
35 ページ - Hurrah ! the foes are moving ! Hark to the mingled din Of fife and steed, and trump and drum, and roaring culverin ! The fiery Duke is pricking fast across St Andre's plain, With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne.
325 ページ - Fools! your doublets shone with gold, and your hearts were gay and bold, When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to-day; And to-morrow shall the fox, from her chambers in the rocks, Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey. Where be your tongues that late mocked at heaven and hell and fate, And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades, Your perfum'd satin clothes, your catches and your oaths, Your stage-plays and your sonnets, your diamonds and your spades?
35 ページ - Right graciously he smiled on us, As rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout, " God save our Lord the King." " 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.
161 ページ - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day ; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded.
324 ページ - The furious German comes, with his clarions and his drums, His bravoes of Alsatia, and pages of Whitehall; They are bursting on our flanks. Grasp your pikes, close your ranks ; For Rupert never comes but to conquer or to fall.
301 ページ - That an accursed thing it is to gaze On prosperous tyrants with a dazzled eye...
382 ページ - And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
35 ページ - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember St. 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.
221 ページ - The style of Dante is, if not his highest, perhaps his most peculiar excellence. I know nothing with which it can be compared. The noblest models of Greek composition must yield to it. His words are the fewest and the best which it is possible to use. The first expression in which he clothes his thoughts is always so energetic and comprehensive, that amplification would only injure the effect. There is probably no writer in any language who has presented so many strong pictures to the mind. Yet there...