 | Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - Rome - 1868 - 288 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...then we thought on vengeance, And, all along our van, 21* " Remember Saint Bartholomew," Was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman... | |
 | John Dudley Philbrick - Readers - 1868 - 636 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...breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The fields are heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance,... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1868 - 712 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...Flemish Count is slain ; Their ranks are breaking like rhin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven... | |
 | Thomas William Hodgson Crosland - Ballads, English - 1902 - 376 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... | |
 | James Lauren Ford, Mary K. Ford - Historical poetry - 1902 - 470 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... | |
 | Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin, Nora Archibald Smith - American poetry - 1902 - 780 pages
...helmet of Navarre. Now, God be praised, the day is ours ! Mayenne When hath turned his rein; Batmen D'Aumale hath cried for quarter; the Flemish Count...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... | |
 | American poetry - 1902 - 778 pages
...f 532] Now, God be praised, the day is ours ! Mayenne When hath turned his rein: Banner* D'Auinale hath cried for quarter; the Flemish Count is slain;...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... | |
 | Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin, Nora Archibald Smith - American poetry - 1902 - 772 pages
...ours ! Mayenne When hath turned his rein; Banners D'Aumale hath cried for quarter; the Flemish jya^ng Count is slain ; ^» Their ranks are breaking like...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... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - Anthologies - 1899 - 462 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 turned his rein. D'Aum&le hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds... | |
 | Mrs. Kate Douglas (Smith) Wiggins, Nora Archibald Smith - American poetry - 1916 - 784 pages
...helmet of Navarre. Now, God be praised, the day is ours ! Mayenne When hath turned his rein; Banners D'Aumale hath cried for quarter; the Flemish Count is slain ; "Their ranks arc breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags,... | |
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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.... 
