The Duke of Alba in Flanders: Or, The Amnesty. An Historical Novel of the Sixteenth Century...Newman, 1844 |
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... once more behold my Dolores ! " It was profound night , and the Palace of Culemberg was brilliantly illuminated . The shouts of revelry now and then were heard by passers by . The Spanish hounds were feasting . In a distant room of the ...
... once more behold my Dolores ! " It was profound night , and the Palace of Culemberg was brilliantly illuminated . The shouts of revelry now and then were heard by passers by . The Spanish hounds were feasting . In a distant room of the ...
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... once cherished . Nothing now is left to you but to grumble at woman . Growl on , good Amos , until you reach your second childhood — then , perhaps , you may , as I do now , adore again . " " Never ! " " I say you will ! -but to return ...
... once cherished . Nothing now is left to you but to grumble at woman . Growl on , good Amos , until you reach your second childhood — then , perhaps , you may , as I do now , adore again . " " Never ! " " I say you will ! -but to return ...
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... once more , yet , ere we meet , must pass an ordeal which makes or mars me . If successful , then , despite the world , thou art mine ! O hope , grief's best music , forsake not thy votary ! " The person who was thus romancing was His ...
... once more , yet , ere we meet , must pass an ordeal which makes or mars me . If successful , then , despite the world , thou art mine ! O hope , grief's best music , forsake not thy votary ! " The person who was thus romancing was His ...
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... . I easily account for that . Constantly being together , you have imbibed the cast of countenance- the sound of the voice - the tournure of that faithful friend . Herrera was a handsome fel- low once OR , ALBA IN FLANDERS . 69.
... . I easily account for that . Constantly being together , you have imbibed the cast of countenance- the sound of the voice - the tournure of that faithful friend . Herrera was a handsome fel- low once OR , ALBA IN FLANDERS . 69.
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... once . " " I doubt it not , Sir , nor am I offended at the allusion . I rather take it as a compliment to be thought like him . " " Indeed ! and why , my Son ? " " Is not the old soldier of noble mien ? If not exalted by birth , his ...
... once . " " I doubt it not , Sir , nor am I offended at the allusion . I rather take it as a compliment to be thought like him . " " Indeed ! and why , my Son ? " " Is not the old soldier of noble mien ? If not exalted by birth , his ...
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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?