The Duke of Alba in Flanders: Or, The Amnesty. An Historical Novel of the Sixteenth Century...Newman, 1844 |
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... ? " " To conquer ! But since your Highness leaves me to ordain , why , from this moment , Don Fernando Alcantara enters my service - I his— ” B 3 OR , ALBA IN FLANDers . 9 Sovereign. Let the Calvinistical iconoclasts ...
... ? " " To conquer ! But since your Highness leaves me to ordain , why , from this moment , Don Fernando Alcantara enters my service - I his— ” B 3 OR , ALBA IN FLANDers . 9 Sovereign. Let the Calvinistical iconoclasts ...
Page 10
... leave me , when oppressed by sorrow ? " asked Margaret . Fernando replied not . He raised his eye- caught that of the Duke , and was silent . The Duke of Alba then bowed - Fernando imitated his example - both left the room- and Margaret ...
... leave me , when oppressed by sorrow ? " asked Margaret . Fernando replied not . He raised his eye- caught that of the Duke , and was silent . The Duke of Alba then bowed - Fernando imitated his example - both left the room- and Margaret ...
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... they may not see us . " " I tremble from head to foot . " " There is no use in that . Why were you so impatient to leave ? " " Tush ! follow me ! " Onward they flew , but the drunkards had caught a OR , ALBA IN FLANDERS . 15 }
... they may not see us . " " I tremble from head to foot . " " There is no use in that . Why were you so impatient to leave ? " " Tush ! follow me ! " Onward they flew , but the drunkards had caught a OR , ALBA IN FLANDERS . 15 }
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... leave it to La Torre , or دو " Confidence ! " exclaimed the neophyte , in- terrupting the Duke ; - " I will do all in my power to merit the encomiums of your Grace . Neither La Torre , nor your son , Don Frederick , can do more ...
... leave it to La Torre , or دو " Confidence ! " exclaimed the neophyte , in- terrupting the Duke ; - " I will do all in my power to merit the encomiums of your Grace . Neither La Torre , nor your son , Don Frederick , can do more ...
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... leaving for Ghent . Donna Drusilla was from home , holding small gossip with some of her neighbours ; and Fray Antonio had stepped on to his convent to transact a little business with the holy brethren , who passed their precious time ...
... leaving for Ghent . Donna Drusilla was from home , holding small gossip with some of her neighbours ; and Fray Antonio had stepped on to his convent to transact a little business with the holy brethren , who passed their precious time ...
Common terms and phrases
Alba's Alcan Amos Antwerp beauty behold Bless Burgomaster Caramba Cato CHAPTER Cordelia Count Alcantara cried crossed the threshold daughter death demanded Donna Drusilla door drona Duke of Alba Duke of Aremberg Egmont Eleonora entered exclaimed eyes face father fear feel Fernando Alcantara Filippo flew follow fool Fray Antonio gazed Ghent girl Gonzales Grace hand head hear heard heart Heaven hero Herrera honour hope Huguenots Jungeling Kaesembrodt lady laughed leave listen Lodrona look Louis of Nassau ment mind monk Montalvan nando never night noble Orlando pardon Petrus presence recognised replied rera Romero Ruperto scarcely Schermere Schiedam seated Señor Señorita shook sighed smiled soon soul sound speak stood Straelen Strange stranger street Syphax tears tell thee thought to-morrow Torre tremble Tu-whit turned Vargas victims Viglius voice whilst whispered wife Witt words
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Page 259 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down; And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe! And ever and anon he beat...
Page 146 - From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch...
Page 140 - Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 96 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Page 78 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my .trembling heart.
Page 114 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 33 - And from Shakespeare she gained a great store of information amongst the rest, that -'Trifles light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong, As proofs of Holy Writ.
Page 278 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.
Page 230 - Yet, strange ! the living lay it not to heart. See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle ! Of hard unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand Digs thro...
Page 177 - But see, thy brother Marcus bends this way! I sicken at the sight. Once more, farewell, Farewell, and know thou wrong'st me, if thou think'st Ever was love, or ever grief, like mine. (Exit) Enter MARCUS MARC. Portius, what hopes? How stands she? Am I doom'd To life or death?