Bradshaw's hand-book to Normandy and the Channel Islands, Band 131865 |
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Alderney ancient architecture Aubin's BAINS Baths Bayeux beautiful beautifully situated Boulevard built Caen Carriages Casino Castle Cathedral centre Channel Islands chapel Cherbourg church of St cliffs close coast comfort commanding Conqueror D'ANGLETERRE Dieppe Duke Elizabeth Castle England English travellers erected Etretat Evreux excellent Family Hotel Fécamp feet finest First-class Establishment first-class Hotel first-rate France French full South furnished Gentlemen Gothic GRAND HOTEL Guernsey harbour Harold Havre Helier's Henry Honfleur HOTEL DE L'EUROPE HOTEL DU NORD House Jersey Jethou King Lisieux magnificent ment miles moderate charges moderate prices nave newly Norman Normandy o'clock Omnibus opposite Ordericus Vitalis OTEL Paris Pension port possesses Promenade Proprietor Railway Station RAND Restaurant rock Rollo Rooms Rouen Royal Saloons Sark splendid Stat Steamers style Table d'Hôte Telegraph Theatre tourist tower town Trouville vessels village visitors Walkelin William William the Conqueror Wines Yvetôt
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Seite 32 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies, — upon them with the lance. 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 rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 32 - Down all our line, a deafening shout, "God save our Lord the King." " And if my standard-bearer fall, As fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet Of such a bloody fray, Press where ye see my white plume shine, Amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme to-day The helmet of Navarre.
Seite 32 - Now, God be praised, the day is ours. Mayenne hath turned his rein; D'Aumale hath cried for quarter; the Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before 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 Saint Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Seite 62 - Earl Russell communicated to the College of Physicians that he received a despatch from Her Majesty's Consul at Manilla, to the effect that Cholera had been raging fearfully, and that the ONLY remedy of any service was CHLORODYNE."— See Lancet, December 1st, 1864.
Seite 82 - Et sur un âne, pas à pas, Parcourait son royaume. Joyeux, simple et croyant le bien, Pour toute garde il n'avait rien Qu'un chien. Oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! &c.
Seite 32 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before 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 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 your brethren go.
Seite 62 - Dysentery. effectually cuts short all attacks of Epilepsy, Hysteria, Palpitation, and Spasms, is the only palliative in Neuralgia, Rheumatism, Gout, Cancer, Toothache, Meningitis.
Seite 63 - A most refreshing preparation for the Complexion, dispelling the cloud of languor and relaxation, allaying all heat and irritability, and immediately affording the pleasing sensation attending restored elasticity and healthful state of the Skin. Freckles, Tan, Spots, Pimples, Flushes, and...
Seite 63 - ... heat and irritability, and immediately affording the pleasing sensation attending restored elasticity and healthful state of the Skin. Freckles, Tan, Spots, Pimples, Flushes, and Discoloration, fly before its application, and give place to a healthy clearness, with the glow of beauty and of bloom.
Seite 32 - In all his armour drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume Upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, And a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, And his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, As rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,