The revolt of the Protestants of the Cevennes

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Page 2 - Xo Frenchman is my foe ; Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go !' 0 ! was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our sovereign lord, King Henry, the soldier of
Page 42 - Almost afraid to know itself! It cannot Be call'd our mother; but our grave. Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rend the air Are made, not mark'd ; where violent sorrow seems A
Page 53 - à ce nouveau Marcien, à ce nouveau Charlemagne, ce que les six cent trente Pères dirent autrefois dans le Concile de Chalce'doine : vous avez affermi la Foi, vous avez extermine ' les He're'tiques : c'est le digne ouvrage de votre
Page 2 - 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 outspake gentle Henry,
Page 2 - was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our sovereign lord, King Henry, the soldier of
Page 53 - n'est plus : Dieu seul a pu faire cette merveille. Roi du ciel, conservez le Roi de la Terre : c'est le vœu des Églises ; c'est le vœu des Évêques."*
Page 58 - whilst remaining persuaded that they were only eating bread which they ought to abhor. Such was the general abomination born of flattery and cruelty. From torture to abjuration, and from that to the communion, there was only twenty-four hours' distance, and executioners were the conductors of the converts
Page iii - To arms ! be champion of our church I Or let the church, our mother, breathe her curse, A mother's curse, on her revolting
Page 42 - ecstasy; the dead man's knell Is there scarce ask'd for who, and good men's lives Dying, or ere they sicken.
Page 53 - de Louis : poussons jusqu'au ciel nos acclamations, et disons à ce nouveau Constantin, à ce nouveau The'odose,

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