Tales of my landlord. Fourth and last series: Count Robert of ParisSanborn, Carter and Bazin, 1855 |
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Achilles Tatius Acolyte Agelastes Alexius Comnenus Anglo-Dane Anglo-Saxon Anna Comnena answered appearance armour arms barbarian battle beautiful Bertha Blacquernal Bohemond brave Brenhilda Broken Lances Cæsar called canst combat command Constantinople Count of Paris Count Robert Countess courage court crusaders danger daughter death Douban dungeon duty Emperor empire enemy express eyes fair faithful father favour fear Frank gallant Godfrey Godfrey of Bouillon Grecian Greek Greek fire guard hand hath heard heart Heaven Hereward honour husband Imperial Highness Irene knight lady Lances look manner means methinks nature Nicephorus Briennius noble Normans occasion officer palace passed Patriarch permit person philosopher present Prince purpose rank rendered replied Robert of Paris sacred Saxon seemed slave soldier speak stranger supposed Tancred thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tion trust Ursel valiant valour Varangian Varangian guard voice wife words Zosimus
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Stran 27 - A thousand horrid prodigies foretold it ; A feeble government, eluded laws, A factious populace, luxurious nobles, And all the maladies of sinking states.
Stran vii - We cannot, however, refuse her judicious and important remark, that the disorders of the times were the misfortune and the glory of Alexius ; and that every calamity which can afflict a declining empire was accumulated on his reign by the justice of Heaven and the vices of his predecessors.
Stran viii - The increase of the male and female branches of his family adorned the throne, and secured the succession ; but their princely luxury and pride offended the patricians, exhausted the revenue, and insulted the misery of the people. Anna is a faithful witness that his happiness was destroyed and his health broken by the cares of a public life ; the patience of Constantinople was fatigued by the length and severity of his reign ; and before Alexius expired, he had lost the love and reverence of his...
Stran 109 - tis no sunny shower, Foster'd in the moist breast of March or April, Or such as parched Summer cools his lip with: Heaven's windows are flung wide ; the inmost deeps Call in hoarse greeting one upon another ; On comes the flood in all its foaming horrors, And where's the dike shall stop it I The Deluge, a Poem.