Philip Van Artevelde: a Dramatic Romance in Two PartsTicknor and Fields, 1863 - 456 páginas |
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... pardon me ; I thought that you were sped upon your mission To treat for peace at Bruges ? SIR SIMON . Sir , in good time . We'd have a word with you before we go . You are a noble born , my Lord of Occo ; And let me tell you , many ...
... pardon me ; I thought that you were sped upon your mission To treat for peace at Bruges ? SIR SIMON . Sir , in good time . We'd have a word with you before we go . You are a noble born , my Lord of Occo ; And let me tell you , many ...
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... Pardon be promised , I would fain be told Why not to me as well . SIR GUISEBERT . Truly , why not ? To whoso merits it ' t will freely fall ; So give us leave to make a good report Of how you stand affected . OCCO . ' T were your wisdom ...
... Pardon be promised , I would fain be told Why not to me as well . SIR GUISEBERT . Truly , why not ? To whoso merits it ' t will freely fall ; So give us leave to make a good report Of how you stand affected . OCCO . ' T were your wisdom ...
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... pardon , lady ; Some other trifle's in your thoughts ; at Sas There is no fort , and they who perished there Were but three hundred peasants , who were burned By firing of a barn to which they'd fled . Ah , was it so ? CLARA . At ...
... pardon , lady ; Some other trifle's in your thoughts ; at Sas There is no fort , and they who perished there Were but three hundred peasants , who were burned By firing of a barn to which they'd fled . Ah , was it so ? CLARA . At ...
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... pardon ; You flatter me or else deceive yourself ; But , so far as I may , I yield you thanks , Lamenting that I cannot be so grateful As you may think I ought . OCCO . Nay , lady , nay : Deem that I've been tormented long enough And ...
... pardon ; You flatter me or else deceive yourself ; But , so far as I may , I yield you thanks , Lamenting that I cannot be so grateful As you may think I ought . OCCO . Nay , lady , nay : Deem that I've been tormented long enough And ...
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... pardon of that trespass . ADRIANA . I said to Clara when the sun went down , Now if though truly ' tis impossible— - He come not ere yon blushing cloud grows gray , His promises are no more worth than bubbles . And look how gray it is ...
... pardon of that trespass . ADRIANA . I said to Clara when the sun went down , Now if though truly ' tis impossible— - He come not ere yon blushing cloud grows gray , His promises are no more worth than bubbles . And look how gray it is ...
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Philip Van Artevelde: A Dramatic Romance. In Two Parts, Tema 73 Sir Henry Taylor Vista completa - 1852 |
Términos y frases comunes
ACKERMAN ADRIANA AESWYN amongst arms Artevelde's BOSCH BOURBON bring Bruges BULSEN BURGHER BURGOMASTER BURGUNDY camp CAPTAIN CECILE CLARA CONSTABLE counsel D'ARLON death deem Duke DUKE OF BOURBON DUKE OF BURGUNDY Earl of Flanders ELENA Enter Exeunt Exit FATHER JOHN Flemish FLEUREANT OF HEURLÉE France friar friends Ghent Gilbert Matthew give God's grace hand hath hear heard heart Heaven King KORTZ lady LESTOVET live LOIS OF SANXERE look Lord of Arlon LORD OF COUCY Lord of Occo market-place Master mind MUCK naught never night Oudenarde pardon pass peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE RAOUL OF RANEVAL Regent ROOSDYK SCENE Scheldt SIR FLEUREANT SIR GUISEBERT SIR LOIS SIR RAOUL sleep soul speak stand STOCKENSTROM sword tell thee There's thine things thou hast thought to-morrow town VAN DEN BOSCH VAN MUCK VAN RYK VAUCLAIRE wherefore whilst White-Hoods word Ypres
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Página 16 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Página 56 - Compute the chances, And deem there's ne'er a one in dangerous times Who wins the race of glory, but than him A thousand men more gloriously endowed . Have fallen upon the course; a thousand others Have had their fortunes...
Página 59 - We figure to ourselves The thing we like, and then we build it. up> As chance will have it, on the rock or sand : For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world. And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.
Página 29 - ... the fruit thereof is uncertain, and consequently no Culture of the Earth, no Navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by Sea; no commodious Building; no Instruments of moving, and removing such things as require much force; no Knowledge of the face of the Earth; no account of Time; no Arts; no Letters; no Society; and which is worst of all, continuall feare and danger of violent death. And the life of man, solitary, poore, nasty, brutish, and short.
Página 125 - s that betwixt you been which you yourselves, Should ye forget, would then not be yourselves ; For must it not be thought some base men's souls Have ta'en the seats of yours and...
Página 66 - tis ignoble to have led my life In idle meditations — that the times Demand me, that they call my father'B name ? Oh ! what a fiery heart was his ! such souls Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages.
Página 422 - Sirs, pass we on, And let the bodies follow us on biers. Wolf of the weald, and yellow-footed kite, Enough is spread for you of meaner prey. Other interment than your maws afford Is due to these. At Courtray we shall sleep, And there I'll see them buried side by side.
Página 304 - ARTEVELDE (after a pause). The night is far advanced upon the morrow, And but for that conglomerated mass Of cloud with ragged edges, like a mound Or black pine-forest on a mountain's top, Wherein the light lies ambushed, dawn were near.
Página 414 - Lo ! we're flying all ! Mount, mount, old man ; at least let one be saved ! Roosdyk ! Vauclaire ! the gallant and the kind ! Who shall inscribe your merits on your tombs ? May mine tell nothing to the world but this : That never did that prince or leader live, Who had more loyal or more loving friends ! Let it be written that fidelity Could go no farther.
Página 16 - ... of masculine judgment, would certainly excite no sentiment of admiration, even if they did not provoke contempt. When the conduct and feelings attributed to them are reduced into prose, and brought to the test of a rational consideration, they must be perceived to be beings in whom there is no strength except that of their intensely selfish passions, — in whom all is vanity; their exertions being for vanity under the name of love or revenge, and their sufferings for vanity under the name of...