This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 Excerpt: ...Frantics, enthusiasts, with sword and dagger Arm'd the uncall'd-for hand! This is the curse Of kings, that they, divided, tear the world In pieces with their hatred, and let loose The raging furies of all hellish strife! No foreign tongue is now between us, sister, Approaching her confidently, and with aflattering tone ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1850 Excerpt: ...Frantics, enthusiasts, with sword and dagger Arm'd the uncall'd-for hand! This is the curse Of kings, that they, divided, tear the world In pieces with their hatred, and let loose The raging furies of all hellish strife! No foreign tongue is now between us, sister, Approaching her confidently, and with aflattering tone. Now stand we face to face; now, sister, speak; Name but my crime, I'll fully satisfy you, --Alas! had you vouchsaf d to hear me then, When I so earnest sought to meet your eye, It never would have come to this, nor would, Here in this mournful place, have happen'd now This so distressful, this so mournful meeting. Eliz.. My better stars preserv'd me. I was warn'd, And laid not to my breast the pois'nous adder! Accuse not fate! your own deceitful heart It was, the wild ambition of your house: As yet no enmities had pass'd between us, When your imperious uncle, the proud priest, Whose shameless hand grasps at all crowns, attack'd me With unprovok'd hostility, and taught You, but too docile, to assume my arms, To vest yourself with my imperial title, And meet me in the lists in mortal strife: What arms employ'd he not to storm my throne? The curses of the priests, the people's sword, The dreadful weapons of religious frenzv;--Ev'n here in my own kingdom's peaceful haunts, He fann'd the flames of civil insurrection;--But God is with me, and the haughty priest Has not maintain'd the field. The blow was aim'd Full at my head, but yours it is which falls! Mary.. I'm in the hand of Heav'n. You never will Exert so cruelly the pow'r it gives you. Eliz.. Who shall prevent me? Say, did not your uncle Set all the kings of Europe the example, How to conclude a peace with those they hate. Be mine the school of Saint Bartholomew; What's kindred then to me, o..
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