The Poetical Works of Henry Taylor, Tema 73,Volumen1Chapman and Hall, 1864 |
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... pass'd the windmills crawl ! - - how they And met no babbling burghers on their way . Aeswyn . What ! you have made an overture ? Оссо . Not so : I've flung my line , and yonder pair of hooks PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE . [ ACT I.
... pass'd the windmills crawl ! - - how they And met no babbling burghers on their way . Aeswyn . What ! you have made an overture ? Оссо . Not so : I've flung my line , and yonder pair of hooks PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE . [ ACT I.
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... Burghers . Myk . And who is Van den Bosch , resolve me that : I say , sirs , who is he to lay on taxes ? 1st Burgher ... Burgher . Why , look you , sirs , our case stands simply here : The Earl of Flanders is a valiant lord , And was a ...
... Burghers . Myk . And who is Van den Bosch , resolve me that : I say , sirs , who is he to lay on taxes ? 1st Burgher ... Burgher . Why , look you , sirs , our case stands simply here : The Earl of Flanders is a valiant lord , And was a ...
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... Burgher . Say'st thou ? O sacrilege accursed ! Was't done ? 2nd Dean . ' Twas done , -and presently was heard a yell , And after that the rushing of the flames ! Then Launoy from the steeple cried aloud ' A ransom ! ' and held up his ...
... Burgher . Say'st thou ? O sacrilege accursed ! Was't done ? 2nd Dean . ' Twas done , -and presently was heard a yell , And after that the rushing of the flames ! Then Launoy from the steeple cried aloud ' A ransom ! ' and held up his ...
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Sir Henry Taylor. 1st Burgher . A brave end . ' Tis certain we must now make peace betimes ; The city will be starved ... Burghers . Truly we must . Myk . Then , friends , stand fast by me , And as we're all agreed to give no denier Of ...
Sir Henry Taylor. 1st Burgher . A brave end . ' Tis certain we must now make peace betimes ; The city will be starved ... Burghers . Truly we must . Myk . Then , friends , stand fast by me , And as we're all agreed to give no denier Of ...
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... Burghers ; manent VAN DEN BOSCH , Occo , and FRANS ACKERMAN . Van den Bosch . Ye see , sirs , how the knaves take heart and rail On this mishap . Оссо . I saw both that and more ; Our White - Hoods looked like very renegades , As though ...
... Burghers ; manent VAN DEN BOSCH , Occo , and FRANS ACKERMAN . Van den Bosch . Ye see , sirs , how the knaves take heart and rail On this mishap . Оссо . I saw both that and more ; Our White - Hoods looked like very renegades , As though ...
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Ackerman Adriana Aeswyn amongst arms Artevelde's blood Bosch Bourbon bring Bruges Bulsen Burgher Burgomaster Burgundy Captain Cecile Clara Constable Constable of France counsel D'Arlon death Duke DUKE OF BOURBON DUKE OF BURGUNDY Earl of Flanders Earl's ears Elena Exeunt Exit Father John Flemish FLEUREANT OF HEURLÉE France Friar friends Ghent Gilbert Matthew give God's grace hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hither King Kortz lady Lestovet live look Lord of Arlon Lord of Occo market-place Master Messenger mind Muck never night Oudenarde pardon peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE Raneval Regent Roosdyk Saimpi Sanxere SCENE Scheldt seem'd Sir Fleureant Sir Guisebert sleep soul speak stand tell thee There's thine things thou hast thought to-morrow town Twas Van den Bosch Van Muck Van Ryk Vauclaire Whelk wherefore whilst White-Hoods Winkel Woman word Ypres Оссо
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