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الصفحة 18 - Let not mercy and truth forsake thee: bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart: so shalt thou find favour and good understanding in the sight of God and man.
الصفحة 40 - The king is come to marshal us, in all his armour drest ; And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line a deafening shout, "God save our Lord the King...
الصفحة 41 - Now, God be praised, the day is ours. Mayenne hath turned his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
الصفحة 40 - And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. • Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
الصفحة 40 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies now — upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snowwhite crest; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
الصفحة 40 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
الصفحة 40 - Hurrah! The foes are moving. Hark to the mingled din, Of fife, and steed, and trump, and drum, and roaring culverin. The fiery Duke is pricking fast across Saint Andre's plain, With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne.
الصفحة 102 - Sweet birds that breathe the spirit of song, And surround Heaven's gate in melodious throng, Who rise with the earliest beams of day, Your morning tribute of thanks to pay ; You remind us that we should likewise raise The voice of devotion and song of praise ; There's something about you that points on high, Ye beautiful tenants of earth and sky I
الصفحة 61 - He that hath no rule over his own spirit is like a city that is broken down, and without walls.