Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 13
... daughter of the murder- ed Torquil Wolfganger ! -it is the sister of his slaughtered sons ! -it is she who demands of thee , and of thy father's house , father and kindred , name and fame - all that she has lost by the name of Front ...
... daughter of the murder- ed Torquil Wolfganger ! -it is the sister of his slaughtered sons ! -it is she who demands of thee , and of thy father's house , father and kindred , name and fame - all that she has lost by the name of Front ...
الصفحة 39
... Sons of the White Dragon ! Kindle the torch , Daughter of Hengist ! The steel glimmers not for the carving of the banquet , It is hard , broad , and sharply pointed ; The torch goeth not to the bridal chamber , It IVANHOE . 39.
... Sons of the White Dragon ! Kindle the torch , Daughter of Hengist ! The steel glimmers not for the carving of the banquet , It is hard , broad , and sharply pointed ; The torch goeth not to the bridal chamber , It IVANHOE . 39.
الصفحة 40
... daughter of Hengist ! 2 . The black cloud is low over the thane's castle ; she rides on their bosom . The eagle screams- Scream not , grey rider of the sable cloud , Thy banquet is prepared ! The maidens of Valhalla look forth , The ...
... daughter of Hengist ! 2 . The black cloud is low over the thane's castle ; she rides on their bosom . The eagle screams- Scream not , grey rider of the sable cloud , Thy banquet is prepared ! The maidens of Valhalla look forth , The ...
الصفحة 75
... daughter of my beloved Rachel ! were each leaf on that tree a zecchin , and each zecchin mine own , all that mass of wealth would I give to know whether thou art alive , that escaped the hands of the Na- zarene ! " " Was not thy daughter ...
... daughter of my beloved Rachel ! were each leaf on that tree a zecchin , and each zecchin mine own , all that mass of wealth would I give to know whether thou art alive , that escaped the hands of the Na- zarene ! " " Was not thy daughter ...
الصفحة 77
... daughter lived , and might possibly be ransomed , threw himself at the feet of the generous Outlaw , and , rubbing his beard against his buskins , sought to kiss the hem of his green cassock . The Cap- tain drew himself back , and ...
... daughter lived , and might possibly be ransomed , threw himself at the feet of the generous Outlaw , and , rubbing his beard against his buskins , sought to kiss the hem of his green cassock . The Cap- tain drew himself back , and ...
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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.