Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 14
... Saint Maur and Stephen ! seize this damned witch , and hurl her from the battlements headlong - she has betrayed us to the Saxon . - Ho ! Saint Maur ! Clement ! false - hearted knaves , where tarry ye ? " 66 " Call on them again ...
... Saint Maur and Stephen ! seize this damned witch , and hurl her from the battlements headlong - she has betrayed us to the Saxon . - Ho ! Saint Maur ! Clement ! false - hearted knaves , where tarry ye ? " 66 " Call on them again ...
الصفحة 16
... Saint Maur ! -Clement and Giles ! -I burn here unaided ! - To the rescue to the rescue , brave Bois - Guilbert , valiant De Bracy ! -It is Front - de - Boeuf who calls ! —It is your master , ye traitor squires ! —Your ally -your brother ...
... Saint Maur ! -Clement and Giles ! -I burn here unaided ! - To the rescue to the rescue , brave Bois - Guilbert , valiant De Bracy ! -It is Front - de - Boeuf who calls ! —It is your master , ye traitor squires ! —Your ally -your brother ...
الصفحة 19
... is in peril , " said the Black Knight . 66 And , by the Saint Christopher at my baldric , " said the good yeoman , " were there no other cause than the safety of that poor faithful knave , Wam- IVANHOE . 19 CHAPTER II. ...
... is in peril , " said the Black Knight . 66 And , by the Saint Christopher at my baldric , " said the good yeoman , " were there no other cause than the safety of that poor faithful knave , Wam- IVANHOE . 19 CHAPTER II. ...
الصفحة 25
... Saint George ! " he cried , " Merry Saint George for England ! -To the charge , bold yeomen ! - why leave ye the good Knight and noble Cedric to storm the alone ? Make in , mad Priest , shew thou canst fight for thy rosary - make in ...
... Saint George ! " he cried , " Merry Saint George for England ! -To the charge , bold yeomen ! - why leave ye the good Knight and noble Cedric to storm the alone ? Make in , mad Priest , shew thou canst fight for thy rosary - make in ...
الصفحة 26
... Saint Dennis ! -Give me the lever . " And , snatching it up , he again assailed the loosened pinnacle , which was of weight enough , if thrown down , not only to have destroyed the rem- nant of the drawbridge , which sheltered the two ...
... Saint Dennis ! -Give me the lever . " And , snatching it up , he again assailed the loosened pinnacle , which was of weight enough , if thrown down , not only to have destroyed the rem- nant of the drawbridge , which sheltered the two ...
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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.