Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 6
... captain were this day be- sted , how soon would I see my banner at the head of your clump of spears ! And how short while would these rabble villains stand to endure your encounter ! " " Wish for whom thou wilt , " said the Templar ...
... captain were this day be- sted , how soon would I see my banner at the head of your clump of spears ! And how short while would these rabble villains stand to endure your encounter ! " " Wish for whom thou wilt , " said the Templar ...
الصفحة 9
... captain of Jerusalem , " with a great sum , ” and Front - de - Bœuf preferred deny- ing the virtue of the medicine , to paying the ex- pense of the physician . But the moment had now arrived when earth and all its treasures were gli ...
... captain of Jerusalem , " with a great sum , ” and Front - de - Bœuf preferred deny- ing the virtue of the medicine , to paying the ex- pense of the physician . But the moment had now arrived when earth and all its treasures were gli ...
الصفحة 45
... Captain , " forefend , lest he has drunk too deep of the wine - butts , and perished by the fall of the castle ! -Away , Miller ! -Take with you enow of men , seek the place where you last saw him- throw water from the moat on the ...
... Captain , " forefend , lest he has drunk too deep of the wine - butts , and perished by the fall of the castle ! -Away , Miller ! -Take with you enow of men , seek the place where you last saw him- throw water from the moat on the ...
الصفحة 59
... Captain , " thou hast been at a wet mass this morning , as early as it is . In the name of Saint Nicholas , whom hast thou got here ? " " A captive to my sword and to my lance , noble Captain , " replied the Clerk of Copmanhurst ; " to ...
... Captain , " thou hast been at a wet mass this morning , as early as it is . In the name of Saint Nicholas , whom hast thou got here ? " " A captive to my sword and to my lance , noble Captain , " replied the Clerk of Copmanhurst ; " to ...
الصفحة 61
... Captain's own throat . But what recks it ? The Jew is converted , and understands all I have told him , very nearly , if not altogether , as well as myself . " " Jew , " said the Captain , " is IVANHOE . 61.
... Captain's own throat . But what recks it ? The Jew is converted , and understands all I have told him , very nearly , if not altogether , as well as myself . " " Jew , " said the Captain , " is IVANHOE . 61.
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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.