Zoe: Or, The Martel Papers, a Manuscript of the Conciergerie ...Sheldon & Company, 1865 - 468 pages |
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Common terms and phrases
aged amid Anacharsis Cloots appeared Ardine's arrest Atheism became behold Bicêtre bishop of Paris blood born Camille Desmoulins Carmagnole carts CHAPTER Chaumette cheered child Christ Christian church Citizen Cloots Committee of Public Conciergerie Convention countenance Cour Couthon crowd culotte danger Danton dark death Décadi door Dorival escape excitement exclaimed eyes faith father fear feel felt filled flowers Fouquier fournée France Frêron gazed Girondins grand guard guillotine hand heard heart Hébert hence Henriot hope hour Huguenots Jacobin club L'Etre Suprême liberty live look Luxembourg mind Monchotte Moniteur Montagnard morning never night once opened Paris passed Paul prayer prison Public Safety Reign of Terror reply Revolution Robespierre Ruyere sans culotte scaffold scene seemed soon sorrow soul stood terror Thermidor things thou thought Tinville tion Tribunal Trine uttered voice walk words worship
Popular passages
Page 126 - But ye are come unto Mount Zion ; and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem ; and to an innumerable company of angels ; to the general assembly and church of the first-born, which are written in heaven ; and to God, the Judge of all; and to the spirits of just men made perfect...
Page 457 - 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 Saint 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." Oh! was there ever such a knight, in friendship...
Page 44 - They shall not be ashamed in the evil time : and in the days of famine they shall be satisfied.
Page 219 - God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, Though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof.
Page 457 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre. 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,...
Page 457 - Oh, was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our sovereign lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre? Ho ! maidens of Vienna ! Ho ! matrons of Lucerne ! Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return ! Ho ! Philip, send for charity thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ! Ho ! burghers of St.
Page 393 - Is not this laid up in store with me, and sealed up among my treasures? 35 To me belongeth vengeance, and recompense; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.
Page 346 - Judge of the widow, and the Father of the fatherless in his holy habitation ;" and he only is godlike who...
Page 457 - Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of Saint Genevieve, keep watch and ward to-night. For our God hath crushed the tyrant, our God hath raised the slave, And mocked the counsel of the wise, and the valour of the brave. Then glory to His holy name, from whom all glories are...
Page 328 - ... dwell in the secret place of the Most High, and who abide in the shadow of the Almighty.