'He's quite a Troubadour
, you know; quite a Troubadour
Solomon Lucas did) to have been the regular, authentic, everyday costume of a troubadour
, from the earliest ages down to the time of their final disappearance from the face of the earth.
If poor Troubadour
had not cast a shoe, we should not have had this trouble.
"Has your Highness seen the Lady viola tonight?" asked a gallant troubadour
of the fairy queen who floated down the hall upon his arm.
Is it due to excess of poetry or of stupidity that we are never weary of describing what King James called a woman's "makdom and her fairnesse," never weary of listening to the twanging of the old Troubadour
strings, and are comparatively uninterested in that other kind of "makdom and fairnesse" which must be wooed with industrious thought and patient renunciation of small desires?
The cross marks the spot where a celebrated troubadour
was waylaid and murdered in the fourteenth century.
He acted as if a troubadour
had still a definite social office, like a bishop.
So it dresses in black coats and trousers, and black hats, and black boots, and, dear me, it is such a very respectable gentleman--to think it could ever have gone gadding about as a troubadour
or a knight-errant, dressed in all those fancy colors!
Norman of Torn and the old man seldom joined in these wild orgies, but when minstrel, or troubadour
, or storyteller wandered to his grim lair the Outlaw of Torn would sit enjoying the break in the winter's dull monotony to as late an hour as another; nor could any man of his great fierce horde outdrink their chief when he cared to indulge in the pleasures of the wine cup.
Nothing short of having your heads served up in a dish like that mediaeval tenor or troubadour
, would prevent you from expressing your entire resignation.
As Cedric the Saxon then was, his plain English tale needed no garnish from French troubadours
, when it was told in the ear of beauty; and the field of Northallerton, upon the day of the Holy Standard, could tell whether the Saxon war-cry was not heard as far within the ranks of the Scottish host as the cri de guerre of the boldest Norman baron.
"And better than thou thinkest," replied Don Quixote, "as thou shalt see when thou carriest a letter written in verse from beginning to end to my lady Dulcinea del Toboso, for I would have thee know, Sancho, that all or most of the knights-errant in days of yore were great troubadours
and great musicians, for both of these accomplishments, or more properly speaking gifts, are the peculiar property of lovers-errant: true it is that the verses of the knights of old have more spirit than neatness in them."