Philip Van Artevelde: A Dramatic Romance, in Two PartsE. Moxon, 1834 - Flanders |
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ADRIANA AESWYN amongst arms bailiff better blood BOSCH bring Bruges BURGHERS CAPTAIN citizens CLARA crafts death door e'er Earl of Flanders Earl's EARL'S PALACE Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair FATHER JOHN fight FRANS ACKERMAN friends gates Ghent GILBERT MATTHEW give hand hath hear heard heart heaven highness honour John Lyon knights lady Launoy live look Lord of Arlon Lord of Occo market-place Master Philip men at arms MERESTYN mind mounts the merry-go-round MUCK ne'er never NUITRE o'er pardon pass peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE poetry pray say'st SCENE shout SIR GUISEBERT GRUTT SIR ROBERT MARESCHAULT SIR SIMON BETTE SIR WALTER D'ARLON soul speak stand STEENSEL sword There's thine things thou hast Thou shalt thought town true truth Twas twere UKENHEIM VAN DEN BOSCH VAN MUCK VAN RYK wherefore whilst White-Hoods wilt word
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Page xl - ... 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, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Page 203 - ... Fortune has not been kind to me, good friends ; But let not that deprive me of your loves, Or of your good report. Be this the word ; My rule was brief, calamitous — but just. No glory which a prosperous fortune gilds, If shorn of this addition, could suffice To lift my heart so high as it is now. This is that joy in which my soul is strong, That there is not a man amongst you all Who can reproach me that I used my power To do him an injustice. If...
Page 46 - 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.
Page 187 - ... with its arm about the other's neck, So that a fairer sight I had not seen Than those two children, with their little faces So thin and wan, so calm and sad, and sweet. I...
Page 9 - from such a sharp and waspish word as No to pluck the sting.
Page 186 - So pale and weak a smile, he bade me welcome. I told him that a lading of wheat-flour Was on its way, whereat, to my surprise, His countenance fell and he had almost wept.
Page 171 - There lies a sleeping city, God of dreams ! What an unreal and fantastic world Is going on below ! Within the sweep of yon encircling wall How many a large creation of the night, Wide wilderness and mountain, rock and sea, Peopled with busy, transitory groups, Finds room to rise, and never feels the crowd.
Page 67 - Leaps from his slumber on the wave-washed deck ; And now the time comes fast, when here in Ghent, He who would live exempt from injuries Of armed men, must be himself in arms. This time is near for all, — nearer for me.
Page 134 - It shall not be — no, verily ! for now. Thus looking on you as ye stand before me, Mine eye can single out full many a man Who lacks but opportunity to shine As great and glorious as the chiefs that fell.
Page 133 - ARTEVELDE. I thank you, sirs ; I knew it could not be But men like you must listen to the truth. Sirs, ye have heard these knights discourse to you Of your ill fortunes, telling on their fingers The worthy leaders ye have lately lost. True, they were worthy men, most gallant chiefs; And ill would it become us to make light Of the great loss we suffer by their fall. They died like heroes ; for no recreant step Had e'er dishonour'd them, no stain of fear, No base despair, no cowardly recoil.