 | Vida Dutton Scudder - 1919 - 572 ページ
...in his hand : And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, 20 To fight for his own holy name, and Henry of Navarre. The King is come to marshal us, in all his... | |
 | Charles Herbert Sylvester - 1922 - 530 ページ
...truncheon in his hand; And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried...and Henry of Navarre. The King is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest; He looked upon... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1920 ページ
...thought of Seine's empurpled flood, ' And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; Aud we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for His own holy ivymc, and Henry of Navarre. , *° 1'lie King is come to marshal us, in all his armour drest, And he... | |
 | 1927 - 490 ページ
...our land! hand! And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood; And we cried...and Henry of Navarre. The King is come to marshal us, in all his armour drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked... | |
 | Edmondstoune Duncan - 1927 - 658 ページ
...truncheon in his hand : And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair, all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried...and Henry of Navarre. The King is come to marshal us, in all his armour dressed, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked... | |
 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1928 - 204 ページ
...in his hand : And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair- all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried...and Henry of Navarre. The King is come to marshal us, in all his armour drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked... | |
 | 1935 - 906 ページ
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 | 1944 - 616 ページ
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Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's... 
