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Halaman 21 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now — upon them with the lance! 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.
Halaman 22 - 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 out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Halaman 27 - ... grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town We were a comely sight to see : My Love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysell in cramasie. But had I wist, before I kist...
Halaman 3 - Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said,
Halaman 21 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well...
Halaman 20 - Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron, They hae laid a' right sair on me ; Wi' locks and keys I am fast bound Into this dungeon dark and dreirie.