 Ay, priest it shall ! eternal heaven it shall ! And its far flash shall lighten o'er the land, The leading star of Spain's victorious host, — But flaming, like some dire portentous comet, Pth...  Francis the first, a tragedy - Strana 69podľa Frances Anne Kemble - 1832Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1832 - Počet stránok 626
...and when they die, like dogs, Rot on its surface, and make fat the soil Whose produce shall be seized by foreign hands ! Gonzales (aside). — Now, then,...— But flaming, like some dire portentous comet, Pth' eyes of France, and her proud governors ! Oh, vengeance ! 'tis for thee I value life : Be merciful,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1832 - Počet stránok 614
...and when they die, like dogs, Rot on its surface, and make fat the soil Whose produce shall be seized by foreign hands ! Gonzales (aside). — Now, then,...The leading star of Spain's victorious host, — But naming, like some dire portentous comet, I'th' eyes of France, and her proud governors ! Oh, vengeance... | |
 | Fanny Kemble - 1833 - Počet stránok 104
...twenty of Spain's lances, — and your sword Shall leap from out its scabbard to your hand ! BoUR. Ay, priest, it shall! eternal heaven, it shall ! And its far flash shall lighten o'er the land, The leading-star of Spain's victorious host, But flaming, like some dire portentous comet, I' th' eyes... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1836 - Počet stránok 534
...twenty of Spain's lances, — and your sword Shall leap from out its scabbard to your hand ! Bour. Ay, priest, it shall ! eternal heaven, it shall, And...host, But flaming like some dire portentous comet, In the eyes of France, and her proud governors ! Be merciful, my fate, nor cut me off Ere I have wreaked... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1843 - Počet stránok 524
...twenty of Spain's lances, — and your sword Shall leap from out its scabbard to your hand ! Bour. Ay, priest, it shall ! eternal heaven, it shall, And...host, But flaming like some dire portentous comet, In the eyes of France, and her proud governors ! Be merciful, my fate, nor cut me off Ere I have wreaked... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1844 - Počet stránok 900
...twenty of Spain's lances, — and your sword Shall leap from out its scabbard to your hand ! Bour. Ay, priest, it shall ! eternal heaven, it shall, And...host, But flaming like some dire portentous comet, Tn the eyes of France, and her proud governors ! Be merciful, my fate, nor cut me off Ere I have wreaked... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - Počet stránok 570
...twenty of Spain's lances, — and your sword Shall leap from out its scabbard to your hand ! BOUT. Ay, priest, it shall ! eternal heaven, it shall !...host, But flaming like some dire portentous comet, In the eyes of France, and her proud governors ! Be merciful, my fate, nor cut me off Ere I have wreaked... | |
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