The Cloister Life of the Emperor Charles the Fifth

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J. W. Parker, 1852 - 271 pages
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Page xiii - His domestics marched thither in funeral pro' cession, -with black tapers in their hands. He himself followed ' in his shroud. He was laid in his coffin, with much solemnity. ' The service for the dead was chanted, and Charles joined ' in the prayers which were offered up for the rest of his soul, ' mingling his tears with those which his attendants shed, as if 'they had been celebrating a real funeral.
Page 35 - I ever saw — he had his head in the glass five times as long as any of us, and never drank less than a good quart at once of Rhenish wine...
Page 241 - Vi el artificio espetera; pues en tantos cazos pudo mecer el agua Juanelo, como si fuera en columpios. Flamenco dicen que fue y sorbedor de lo puro: muy mal con el agua estaba, que en tal trabajo la puso.
Page 193 - Again the afternoon sun was shining over the great walnut-tree, full into the gallery. From this pleasant spot, filled with the fragrance of the garden and the murmur of the fountain, and bright with glimpses of the golden Vera, they carried him to the gloomy chamber of his sleepless nights, and laid him on the bed from which he was to rise no more.
Page 258 - His garden below, with its tank and broken fountain, was overgrown with tangled thickets of fig, mulberry, and almond, with a few patches of potherbs, and here and there an orange-tree or a cypress, to mark where once the terrace smiled with its blooming parterres. Without the gate, the great walnut-tree, sole relic of the past with which time had not dealt rudely, spread forth its broad and vigorous boughs to shroud and dignify the desolation ; yet in the lovely face of nature, changeless in its...
Page 36 - Xaraudilla; but they were dear. The bread was indifferent, and nothing was good and abundant but chestnuts, the staple food of the people. But in a very few days the castle larder wanted for nothing. One day the count of Oropesa sent an offering of game ; another day a pair of fat calves arrived from the archbishop of Zaragoza ; the archbishop of Toledo and the duchess of Frias were...
Page xii - He resolved to celebrate his own obsequies before his death. He ordered his tomb to be erected in the chapel of the monastery. His domestics marched thither in funeral procession, with black tapers in their hands. He himself followed in his shroud. He was laid in his coffin, with much solemnity.
Page xiii - The ceremony closed with sprinkling holy water on the coffin in the usual form, and, all the assistants retiring, the doors of the chapel were shut. Then Charles rose out of the coffin, and withdrew to his apartment, full of those awful sentiments which such a singular solemnity was calculated to inspire. But either the fatiguing length of the ceremony, or the impression which the image of death left on his mind, affected him so much that next day he was seized with a fever. His feeble frame could...
Page 20 - Charles saw for the first and last time the ill-fated child who bore his name, and had the prospect one day of wearing some of his crowns. Although only ten years old, Don Carlos had already shown symptoms of the mental malady which darkened the long life of queen Juana, his great-grandmother by the side both of his father, Philip of Spain, and of his mother, Mary of Portugal. Of a sullen and passionate temper, he lived in a state of perpetual rebellion against his aunt, and displayed in the nursery...

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