Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 252
... Sacristan , had transferred themselves to Coningsburgh , where , while six of their number were constantly on guard in the per- formance of divine rites by the bier of Athelstanc , the others failed not to take their share of the re ...
... Sacristan , had transferred themselves to Coningsburgh , where , while six of their number were constantly on guard in the per- formance of divine rites by the bier of Athelstanc , the others failed not to take their share of the re ...
الصفحة 262
... Sacristan and Abbot , full of ter- ror , came running at the noise , surprised , doubt- less , and no way pleased to find the man alive , whose heirs they had proposed themselves to be . I asked for wine - they gave me some , but it ...
... Sacristan and Abbot , full of ter- ror , came running at the noise , surprised , doubt- less , and no way pleased to find the man alive , whose heirs they had proposed themselves to be . I asked for wine - they gave me some , but it ...
الصفحة 264
... Sacristan , too totty to discharge his duty of turnkey fitly , locked the door beside the staple , so that it fell ajar . The light , the food , the wine , set my invention to work . The staple to which my chains were fixed , was more ...
... Sacristan , too totty to discharge his duty of turnkey fitly , locked the door beside the staple , so that it fell ajar . The light , the food , the wine , set my invention to work . The staple to which my chains were fixed , was more ...
الصفحة 265
... Sacristan , an it so please ye , was holding a devil's mass with a huge beetle- browed broad - shouldered brother of the grey frock and cowl , who looked much more like a thief than a clergyman . I burst in upon them , and the fashion ...
... Sacristan , an it so please ye , was holding a devil's mass with a huge beetle- browed broad - shouldered brother of the grey frock and cowl , who looked much more like a thief than a clergyman . I burst in upon them , and the fashion ...
الصفحة 266
... Sacristan with my fist , the other fellow , his pot - companion , fetched a blow at me with a huge quarter - staff . " " This must be our Friar Tuck , for a count's ransom , " said Richard , looking at Ivanhoe . " He may be the devil ...
... Sacristan with my fist , the other fellow , his pot - companion , fetched a blow at me with a huge quarter - staff . " " This must be our Friar Tuck , for a count's ransom , " said Richard , looking at Ivanhoe . " He may be the devil ...
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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.