Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 12
... hands in the blood of Saracens ? -The Saxon porkers , whom I have slain , they were the foes of my coun- try , and of ... hand of a son ! " " Ha ! " answered the Baron , after a long pause , " an thou knowest that , thou art indeed the ...
... hands in the blood of Saracens ? -The Saxon porkers , whom I have slain , they were the foes of my coun- try , and of ... hand of a son ! " " Ha ! " answered the Baron , after a long pause , " an thou knowest that , thou art indeed the ...
الصفحة 13
... hand , nor shake it at me with that gesture of menace ! -The hand which , like that of thy renowned ancestor who gained thy name , could have broken with one stroke the skull of a mountain - bull , is now unnerved and powerless as mine ...
... hand , nor shake it at me with that gesture of menace ! -The hand which , like that of thy renowned ancestor who gained thy name , could have broken with one stroke the skull of a mountain - bull , is now unnerved and powerless as mine ...
الصفحة 14
... hands . - Listen to these horrid sounds , " for the din of the recommenced assault and defence now rung fearfully loud from the bat- tlements of the castle ; " in that war - cry is the downfall of thy house - The blood - cemented fabric ...
... hands . - Listen to these horrid sounds , " for the din of the recommenced assault and defence now rung fearfully loud from the bat- tlements of the castle ; " in that war - cry is the downfall of thy house - The blood - cemented fabric ...
الصفحة 15
... hand . Markest thou the smouldering and suffocating vapour which already eddies in sable folds through the chamber ? -Didst thou think it was but the darkening of thy bursting eyes - the difficulty of thy cumbered breathing ? —No ...
... hand . Markest thou the smouldering and suffocating vapour which already eddies in sable folds through the chamber ? -Didst thou think it was but the darkening of thy bursting eyes - the difficulty of thy cumbered breathing ? —No ...
الصفحة 25
... hands of the dying man the iron crow , with which he heaved at and had loosened the stone pinnacle , when , receiving an arrow through his head - piece , he dropped from the battlements into the moat a dead IVANHOE 25.
... hands of the dying man the iron crow , with which he heaved at and had loosened the stone pinnacle , when , receiving an arrow through his head - piece , he dropped from the battlements into the moat a dead IVANHOE 25.
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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.