 | English fiction - 1824 - 486 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 426 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 430 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 498 pages
...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...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... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - English poetry - 1828 - 600 pages
...they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blaz'd the helmet of Navarre. Now, God be praised, the day is ours. Mayenne hath...all along our van, " Remember St Bartholomew," was pass'd from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down, with every... | |
 | 1828 - 602 pages
...carnage blaz'd the helmet of Navarre. ' Now, God be praised, the day is ours ! Mayenne hath turned hi* rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish...all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew," was pass'd from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down, with every... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 422 pages
...the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of .Navarre. Now, God be praised, the day is ours ! Mayeune hath turned his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter....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.... | |
 | Lyre - English poetry - 1830 - 396 pages
...thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre. Now, God be praised, the day is ours ! Mayenne hath turn'd his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish...like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heap'd with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail ; And then we thought on vengeance, and, all... | |
 | James Melville M'Culloch - 1831 - 250 pages
...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...all along our van, " Remember St Bartholomew," was pass'd from man to man : But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe ; Down, down with every... | |
 | Scottish periodicals - 1832 - 952 pages
...they rushed, while, like a guiding star. Amidst the thickest carnage biased the helmet of Navarre. Now, God be praised, the day is ours. Mayenne hath...Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Hiscay gale ; The field Is heaped with bleeding steeds, and Hags, and cloven mail. And then we thought... | |
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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.... 
