Excerpt: ... after a moment's musing, "Though Oxford hath drawn off our main force of cavalry, we have still some stout lances left; and Warwick must be strengthened. On to the earl! Laissez aller! A Montagu! a Montagu!" And lance in rest, the marquis and the knights immediately around him, and hitherto not personally engaged, descended the ...
Excerpt: ... after a moment's musing, "Though Oxford hath drawn off our main force of cavalry, we have still some stout lances left; and Warwick must be strengthened. On to the earl! Laissez aller! A Montagu! a Montagu!" And lance in rest, the marquis and the knights immediately around him, and hitherto not personally engaged, descended the hillock at a hand-gallop, and were met by a troop outnumbering their own, and commanded by the Lords D'Eyncourt and Say. At this time Warwick was indeed in the same danger that had routed the troops of Hastings; for, by a similar position, the strength of the hostile numbers being arrayed with Gloucester, the duke's troops had almost entirely surrounded him Sharon Turner; and Gloucester himself wondrously approved the trust that had consigned to his stripling arm the flower of the Yorkist army. Through the mists the blood-red manteline he wore over his mail, the grinning teeth of the boar's head which crested his helmet, flashed and gleamed wherever his presence was most needed to encourage the flagging or spur on the fierce. And there seemed to both armies something ghastly and preternatural in the savage strength of this small slight figure thus startlingly caparisoned, and which was heard evermore uttering its sharp war-cry, "Gloucester to the onslaught! Down with the rebels, down!" Nor did this daring personage disdain, in the midst of his fury, to increase the effect of valour by the art of a brain that never ceased to scheme on the follies of mankind. "See, see!" he cried, as he shot meteor-like from rank to rank, "see, these are no natural vapours! Yonder the mighty friar, who delayed the sails of Margaret, chants his spells to the Powers that ride the gale. Fear not the bombards, - their enchanted balls swerve from the brave! The dark legions of Air fight for us! For the hour is come when the fiend shall rend his prey!" And fiendlike seemed the form thus screeching forth its predictions from under the grim head-gear;...
Fair. No Jacket. Binding is beginning to loosen, still intact and good for pages. cover is worn and dented on edges and spine, slightly faded and tattered on edges. pages are clean and shows very little in the way of tanning.
Good. J. B. Lippincott Company, 1890, Hard cover, no dust jacket. 'Lord Lytton Edition'. Ex-Library. Cover has moderate shelfwear. Pages are generally clean, except for very occassional and minor water damage. Bindings are very slightly cracked, but still good. Good reading copy.
Very Good. No Jacket. 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" tall. Undated title page. Hard bound in publisher's red cloth covers.600 numbered pages. Light wear to spine ends. Inner hinges cracked. Otherwise a clean, complete copy.
Fair. Dark blue cloth covered boards with black embossed illustration and title on front board; gold titles on spine; no dust jacket; covers soiled with heavy spine end and corner wear; inscription on font fly dated 1884; frontis with tissue guard which is stained a little bit; title page stained; title page also loose; binding reasonably tight; interior unmarked but toned; 12mo-over 6 3/4"-7 3/4" Tall; 308 pages; believed to be 1884 publication date.
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