The Duke of Alba in Flanders: Or, The Amnesty. An Historical Novel of the Sixteenth Century...Newman, 1844 |
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... smile at the thought— I - a boy - an infant in cunning - am sent to penetrate the soul of the mysterious Alba ! What folly - it were madness to attempt it . It is for thee , my Dolores , that I go to seek a man beneath whose gaze I ...
... smile at the thought— I - a boy - an infant in cunning - am sent to penetrate the soul of the mysterious Alba ! What folly - it were madness to attempt it . It is for thee , my Dolores , that I go to seek a man beneath whose gaze I ...
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... smiled inauspiciously ; " But no one commands Alba , save the King of Spain . ' " " " Ah ! And have I governed these pro- vinces nine years , and lived through so much affliction , to hear this from the Duke of Alba ? Do you forget ...
... smiled inauspiciously ; " But no one commands Alba , save the King of Spain . ' " " " Ah ! And have I governed these pro- vinces nine years , and lived through so much affliction , to hear this from the Duke of Alba ? Do you forget ...
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... smile as strengthened a hope that her heart was not engaged . " I could not leave Antwerp without seeing you , Señorita . ” " And where is my preserver going to ? " " To Ghent - merely for a few days . ” " But you will soon return ...
... smile as strengthened a hope that her heart was not engaged . " I could not leave Antwerp without seeing you , Señorita . ” " And where is my preserver going to ? " " To Ghent - merely for a few days . ” " But you will soon return ...
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... smile . " " But who were the victims ? " demanded Kaesembrodt . " Thy noble employer , and his friend , De Horn ! " " Indeed ! -After all , ' twas but a dream.- I tell you what , friend De Schermere , you have the reputation of being an ...
... smile . " " But who were the victims ? " demanded Kaesembrodt . " Thy noble employer , and his friend , De Horn ! " " Indeed ! -After all , ' twas but a dream.- I tell you what , friend De Schermere , you have the reputation of being an ...
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... smiled joy- fully on the devoted city , and threw renewed vigour into the heart of a lonely horseman . From the dust that covered him and his jaded steed , it was evident that neither had pressed mattress or straw that night . The ...
... smiled joy- fully on the devoted city , and threw renewed vigour into the heart of a lonely horseman . From the dust that covered him and his jaded steed , it was evident that neither had pressed mattress or straw that night . The ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 96 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 278 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.
Página 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...
Página 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?