Cinq-Mars : Or, A Conspiracy Under Louis XIII: An Historical Romance

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D. Bogue, 1847 - 397 pages
The story of the failed consipiracy of young Henri d'Effiat, marquis de Cinq-Mars to overthrow Richelieu; his doomed romance with Marie de Gonzague, a princess betrothed to the king of Poland; and Cinq-Mars' subsequent beheading.

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Page 247 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Page 225 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield, And what is else not to be overcome ; That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me.
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Page 225 - If thou beest he ; but oh, how fallen ! how changed From him, who in the happy realms of light Clothed with transcendent brightness didst outshine Myriads though bright...

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