Cæsar Borgia, by the author of 'Whitefriars'.1846 |
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... Sir Reginald , must be pure in name as in deed , in deed as in spirit , in spirit as yonder summit of snow which mingles whiteness with the heavens ! " " Then , by the mass , you must not seek for her in Italy , " replied Sir Reginald ...
... Sir Reginald , must be pure in name as in deed , in deed as in spirit , in spirit as yonder summit of snow which mingles whiteness with the heavens ! " " Then , by the mass , you must not seek for her in Italy , " replied Sir Reginald ...
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... Sir Reginald took a horn which hung to William of Bampton's saddle , and it was only on a signal blast from him that the wearied soldiers were to advance . The horses gladly entered the bed of the cool waves , and after slaking their ...
... Sir Reginald took a horn which hung to William of Bampton's saddle , and it was only on a signal blast from him that the wearied soldiers were to advance . The horses gladly entered the bed of the cool waves , and after slaking their ...
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Emma Robinson. " Sir Reginald will have the first brush ; see you how he is urging on his horse ? " said the knight . " But , look , what is yonder ? In sooth it resembles the vast , glittering back of a dragon weltering across our path ...
Emma Robinson. " Sir Reginald will have the first brush ; see you how he is urging on his horse ? " said the knight . " But , look , what is yonder ? In sooth it resembles the vast , glittering back of a dragon weltering across our path ...
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... sir monk ! fie , to be a monk with an arm like thine , which could bear down a stand of pikes , " exclaimed Sir Reginald , panting for breath , and unclasping his gorget . " My cousin , fair Alice , must surely be praying for me now ...
... sir monk ! fie , to be a monk with an arm like thine , which could bear down a stand of pikes , " exclaimed Sir Reginald , panting for breath , and unclasping his gorget . " My cousin , fair Alice , must surely be praying for me now ...
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... Sir Reginald . " And foul fall the day when any Englishman shames to say as I would in the world's teeth - I am one . These gentlemen , my friends , are worthily approved Italian knights , belonging to the Duke of Ferrara . " " How say ...
... Sir Reginald . " And foul fall the day when any Englishman shames to say as I would in the world's teeth - I am one . These gentlemen , my friends , are worthily approved Italian knights , belonging to the Duke of Ferrara . " " How say ...
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Alexander Alfonso arms ballerina barons Beaufort beauty beheld Biccocco Borgia brother Bruno canon Capua Carthusians Colonna Colonna palace command dark Dominican Don Migueloto Donna Lucrezia dost doubt Duke of Romagna Egeria exclaimed eyes Fabrizio Fabrizio Colonna Faenza fear Ferrara Fiamma friar gaze Ghetto glance hand hastened hath hear heard heart heaven holy father honour Hospitaller Hospitaller's instant instantly Italy jester Knight of St lady lance laughing Le Beaufort light look lord Lucrezia Borgia Machiavelli Messer Bembo Messer Niccolò mingled Miriam monk murder Nepi noble Oliverotto da Fermo palace Paolo Orsino passion pause perchance pilgrims podestà pontiff prince Prince of Salerno replied Cæsar Rome Ronciglione ruins rushed San Leo Santangelo scarcely seemed shouted signor silence Sinigaglia Sir Reginald smile soul strange suddenly suspicions thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt thought tion tone turned utter visage Vitellozzo voice wild yonder
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