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FRIEDERICH WERNER The Templars in Cyprus


Sir John Froissart's Chronicles of England, France, Spain and the Ajoining Countries from the latter part of the reign of Edward II to the coronation of Henry IV in 12 volumes 

Chronicles of Enguerrand De Monstrelet (Sir John Froissart's Chronicles continuation) in 13 volumes 

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The Templars in Cyprus
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Thou know'at them well; for always when 1 fought, Thy spirit with mo dwelt ! [Loyt the swonl on the pedestal ••/ the statu*. Thou lutat received The battar part of me :—tho outer frame Goes tottering still;—then leave old Hugo not To make child's sport ; but gather him to thee ' (Aditincing to th* nick*.) And now unto tho Mother of nil Grace! Hi dram bask the curtain which r-ils the niche, anil erposrs to riete a small Altar with a figure of Mary, which latter he addresses as follows. it thou remember atill how much I pledged, 'ow sixty years ago, a lad of mettle, 'o thee, and tho beloved Queen, Lady Manche,' id all I vowed—I liv'd amongst you then, active Templar; wife, or child, or hearth, II joyannce that makes glad tho heart of men, novcr liad !—Only the double-Cross 'pon my mantle, and my trusty sword, id alio tho royal lady of my heart, uid thou, tho Lady and tho Queen of Heaven, '1 cannot separate you each from each !) i'e still, d within mo thoughts of wife and child [Which otherwiso would oft havo haunted mo), was not satiated, God mend it !—yet Mitent; in battle's heat, tho strong man found Lore's guerdon. Now I am eighty past, God mend it ! Bald is this head ; but loyally I've kept My vow of secmlincss and courtesy. These wounds (iointing to his head), thou mind'st theo yet of them, I gained Long since at Acca, fighting in thy cause. When wo were forced to evacuate, for aye, The Saviour's laud of marvels, I, with ten, I.a-t remnant of so many warriors true; Ah, when wo had thence embarked in our frail skiff 1 nianche of Caalile, mother of St. Louis and Regent of France. Trans. •C. II.] lliK TEMI'LAKa IX CïrKtS. 223

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