So there weren with us 2 worthi men, Frere Menoures, that weren of Lombardye, that seyden, that zif ony man wolde entren, thei wolde gon in with us.
Half Europe revolutionized,--France a republic, Vienna in a blaze, Hungary in arms, Radetzky driven out of Milan, a Piedmontese army in Lombardy,--there was more than enough to turn the heads of the Seven Sages of Greece.
1651, with the portrait by Lombart.
From the records in a lawsuit over the second Blackfriars Theater, we learn that there were in 1608 only three private theaters in London,--Blackfriars, Whitefriars, and a St. Paul's Cathedral playhouse, in which boys acted.
Yet it was by MacMahon's persuasion that O'Neil in the preceding year had saved Coote by raising the siege of Londonderry.--Clarendon, Short View, &c., in vol.
After two days of delight in this quaint old town we took the train Londonward.
I walk 9 or 10 miles a day, always up the road, dear Londonwards."
Last year I advised our Minister of War to undertake in another form a hydraulico-atmospheric purification of the district of the Janiculum surrounding the Salviati Palace on the Via della Longara, by draining the soil carefully and covering with a layer of very close turf all the parts of the surface which could not be macadamized.
But a minute passed--two minutes--three minutes--and Zelie de Longarde did not appear.
There was one William Fitz-Osbert, commonly called LONGBEARD, a lawyer, who had rendered himself extremely popular among the lower rank of citizens; and, by defending them on all occasions, had acquired the appellation of the advocate or saviour of the poor.
THE LONGBEARDS' SAGA.
A number of little curly-headed boys had been rolling like apples on the grass as they approached; fat-armed and chubby-legged, and making devoted advances to Longears, who, descending from his dignity, rolled with them in the sunshine.
Let an unprincipled fellow call his views Latitudinarianism or Longitudinarianism, he may, with a little adroitness, go for a respectable and consistent member of some sect.
But the business there will not detain him long,"--Mary's countenance brightened again, at this remark,--"and, should you be right, we, may still look for him in the next ninety days."
But Love, who had led these lovers thus along, Played them a trick one windy night and cold: For Eginardus, as his wont had been, Crossing the quadrangle, and under dark,-- No faint moonshine, nor sign of any star,-- Seeking the Princess' door, such welcome found, The knight forgot his prudence in his love; For lying at her feet, her hands in his, And telling tales of knightship and emprise And ringing war, while up the smooth white arm His fingers slid insatiable of touch, The night grew old: still of the hero-deeds That he had seen he spoke, and bitter blows Where all the land seemed driven into dust, Beneath fair Pavia's wall, where Loup beat down The Longobard, and Charlemaign laid on, Cleaving horse and rider; then, for dusty drought Of the fierce tale, he drew her lips to his, And silence locked the lovers fast and long, Till the great bell crashed One into their dream.
What with long whiskers and venerable beards, then, of every variety of cut—Charles the Fifth’s and Aurelian’s—and endless goatees and imperials; and what with abounding locks, our crew seemed a company of Merovingians or Long-haired kings, mixed with savage Lombards or Longobardi, so called from their lengthy beards.
Paul Warenfried, in his Historia Longobardorum, Lib.
The Lombards or Longobards, derived their Fame from the great length of their beards.
The rumours which tell of German defeats must be false, because the English troops retire, and we evacuate Longuart, where we destroy the station and the railway lines.
The manuscript was some fourteen pages long,--variations on an inanimate theme.
R107718, 20Feb53, Abby Beecher Roberts, Helen Longyear Paul, John M. Longyear, Jr. & Robert Dudley Longyear (C) LONGYEAR, ROBERT DUDLEY The history of a house.
Monotonous as the flat-woods were, however, and malarious as they looked,--arid wastes and stretches of stagnant water flying past the car window in perpetual alternation, I was impatient to get into them.
It was an unfathomable look,--partly of pain, partly of antagonism.
Take a New-England selectman, and set him on the highest of our hills, and tell him to look,--sharpening his sight to the utmost, and putting on the glasses that suit him best, (ay, using a spy-glass, if he likes,)--and make a full report.
Your so-called ascendant Star, is probly the identikle loominary which; Perfesser DAN BRYANT refers so beautifully to, in his pome of "Shoo-fly."
Saline Lake of Loonar in Berar.
He spits to looward like a commodore, that parson, and I've had my suspicions right along."
Videas tamen utrum loquar aenigmate aut secundum veritatem." (
Libentius audias quam loquaris; vive ut vivas.
what remains then but to send for Lorarios, those officers to carry them all together for company to Bedlam, and set Rabelais to be their physician.
And he immediately moved for leave to bring in a new bill, which was verbatim the same with the amended bill sent down by the Lords.--Parliamentary History, xxiii.,
They have the Catherine Lorillard Wolfe collection, thousands of square yards of it, and yes, cheer up!
I hear it is to be a very grand affair indeed, dear Mrs. Lorimer,--far preferable in my opinion to the hole-in-a-corner sort of ceremony that took place this morning."
The pianist Hummel, whom I always place with Clementi in a sort of musical Dunciad, is credited with having won a courtship duel against Beethoven, in which Clementi as the winner--or was it the loser?--married the woman.
He was, nevertheless, sent back to the upper world with this lot:--ARMY, CAVALIER, DISTRESS.
Could not the Marquis be made an old acquaintance of Lothar or of the Uncle, and his journey hither be more interwoven with the whole?
Of these the foremost and the most deservedly illustrious was Godfrey, of Bouillon in the Ardennes, a kinsman of the counts of Boulogne, and Duke of Lotharingen (Lorraine).
in the year of the Incarnation of our Lord God a thousand four hundred and seventy: and imprinted by me, Colard Mansion, at Bruges, in the year of our said Lord God a thousand four hundred and seventy-one; at the commandment of the right high, mighty and virtuous Princess, my redoubted Lady, Isabella of Portugal, by the grace of God Duchess of Burgundy and Lotharingia, of Brabant and Limbourg, of Luxembourg and of Gueldres, Countess of Flanders, of Artois, and of Burgundy, Palatine of Hainault, of Holland, of Zealand and of Namur, Marquesse of the Holy Empire, and Lady of Frisia, of Salins and of Mechlin; whom I beseech Almighty God less to increase than to continue in her virtuous disposition in this world, and after our poor fleet existence to receive eternally.
There is one woman in the room--a member of the frail sisterhood, now turned faithful, nursing an elderly and peevish Lothario with a cup of sago-milk gruel, which opium-eaters consider such a delicacy: while the other customers sit in groups talking with the preternatural solemnity born of their favourite drug, and now and again passing a remark to the cheery-looking landlord with the white skull-cap and henna-tinged beard.
What honeyed words did you use, Lothario--" "Oh, chuck it!"
The young Lotharios!
So I went down on my knees and joined him, gathered the lot,--nearly killed myself over it, but that's an unimportant detail.
"Louarine," she said, reading the name on the bottle. "
"Louisa!"--Sarah Gailey looked again up the stairs--"I know you're in a temper and not responsible for what you say.
Men possessing the power of becoming wolves at intervals, in the present case compelled so to become, wer-wolves or "loupsgarou", find large place in medieval story, but were equally well-known in classic times.
She only wished, my dear, you could hear Mr. Withers express himself on those subjects,--his ideas were so delightfully "your deal, my love"--clear, his illustrations so sweetly pretty, and his manner so earnest; really, he stirred her like--"hearts, did you say?--a trump."
Dan in later life, marries Georgia, his first love.--Harriet Prescott Spofford, The South Breaker (1863).