Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 67
... Abbot's features and manners ex- hibited a whimsical mixture of offended pride , and deranged foppery and bodily terror . 66 Why , how now , my masters ? " said he , with a voice in which all three emotions were blended . " What order ...
... Abbot's features and manners ex- hibited a whimsical mixture of offended pride , and deranged foppery and bodily terror . 66 Why , how now , my masters ? " said he , with a voice in which all three emotions were blended . " What order ...
الصفحة 71
... Abbot , peevishly , " thou art ill to please with thy woodcraft . I pray thee be more conformable in this matter of my ransom . At a word - since I must needs , for once , hold a candle to the devil - what ransom am I to pay for walking ...
... Abbot , peevishly , " thou art ill to please with thy woodcraft . I pray thee be more conformable in this matter of my ransom . At a word - since I must needs , for once , hold a candle to the devil - what ransom am I to pay for walking ...
الصفحة 85
... Abbot of Jorvaulx , the Prior , and all the convent . " " Thou art utterly irregular , " said the Prior ; " one of those disorderly men , who , taking on them the sacred character without due cause , profane the holy rites , and ...
... Abbot of Jorvaulx , the Prior , and all the convent . " " Thou art utterly irregular , " said the Prior ; " one of those disorderly men , who , taking on them the sacred character without due cause , profane the holy rites , and ...
الصفحة 216
... Abbot of Saint Bees , whom they caused to say mass with an old hollow oak - tree for his stall . " " Say as thou list , Wamba , " replied the Knight , " these yeomen did thy master Cedric yeomanly service at Torquilstone . " • Ay ...
... Abbot of Saint Bees , whom they caused to say mass with an old hollow oak - tree for his stall . " " Say as thou list , Wamba , " replied the Knight , " these yeomen did thy master Cedric yeomanly service at Torquilstone . " • Ay ...
الصفحة 217
... abbot , or a wench kissed in the green - wood with the relief of a poor widow . " Why , " said Wamba , an your " Which of these was the good deed , which was the felony ? " interrupted the Knight . " A good gibe ! a good gibe ! " said ...
... abbot , or a wench kissed in the green - wood with the relief of a poor widow . " Why , " said Wamba , an your " Which of these was the good deed , which was the felony ? " interrupted the Knight . " A good gibe ! a good gibe ! " said ...
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Abbot Albert answered arms Athelstane Avenel Beaumanoir better betwixt Black Knight blood Bracy brethren Brian de Bois-Guilbert brother called Captain castle Cedric champion church companion Dame Elspeth Dame Glendinning daughter death evil exclaimed eyes Father Eustace Father Philip fear Fitzurse Friar Friar Tuck Front-de-Bœuf glen Glendearg Grand Master Gurth hand hath head heart Heaven Holy Order honour horse Isaac Ivanhoe Jedediah Cleishbotham Jewess King knave knowest lance Locksley look maiden Malvoisin Monastery Monk never noble Order Outlaw pray Preceptor priest Prince John Prior ransom Rebecca replied reverend father Richard Richard Plantagenet Rowena Sacristan Saint Dunstan Saint George Saint Mary's Saxon shew Sir Knight stranger Sub-Prior sword tell Templar Temple Templestowe thee ther thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt Tibb tion tower voice Waldemar Wamba Wilfred woman words yeoman
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الصفحة 312 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
الصفحة 19 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility : But when the blast of war...
الصفحة 19 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding— which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
الصفحة 182 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone : Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own. But present still, though now unseen ! When brightly shines the...
الصفحة 183 - To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning, and a shining light! Our harps we left by Babel's streams, The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn; No censer round our altar beams, And mute our timbrel, trump, and horn.