Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 6
... lances ! if ye knew but how hard your 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 ...
... lances ! if ye knew but how hard your 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 ...
الصفحة 11
... - better men never laid lance in rest —And must I answer for the fault done by fifty ? -False fiend , I defy thee ! Depart , and haunt my couch no more - let me die in peace if thou be mortal - if thou be a demon , thy IVANHOE . 11.
... - better men never laid lance in rest —And must I answer for the fault done by fifty ? -False fiend , I defy thee ! Depart , and haunt my couch no more - let me die in peace if thou be mortal - if thou be a demon , thy IVANHOE . 11.
الصفحة 40
... joy is in the clashing swords and broken bucklers ; He loves to lick the hissing blood as it bursts warm from the wound ! 4 . All must perish ! The sword cleaveth the helmet ; The strong armour is pierced by the lance ; Fire 40 IVANHOE .
... joy is in the clashing swords and broken bucklers ; He loves to lick the hissing blood as it bursts warm from the wound ! 4 . All must perish ! The sword cleaveth the helmet ; The strong armour is pierced by the lance ; Fire 40 IVANHOE .
الصفحة 41
... lance ; Fire devoureth the dwelling of princes , Engines break down the fences of the battle . All must perish ! The race of Hengist is gone- The name of Horsa is no more ! Shrink not then from your doom , sons of the sword ! Let your ...
... lance ; Fire devoureth the dwelling of princes , Engines break down the fences of the battle . All must perish ! The race of Hengist is gone- The name of Horsa is no more ! Shrink not then from your doom , sons of the sword ! Let your ...
الصفحة 52
... lance , and reck not of land or goods ; but war is a changeful mistress , and a home is sometimes desi- rable even to the champion whose trade is wander- ing . Thou hast earned one in the halls of Rother- wood , noble knight . Cedric ...
... lance , and reck not of land or goods ; but war is a changeful mistress , and a home is sometimes desi- rable even to the champion whose trade is wander- ing . Thou hast earned one in the halls of Rother- wood , noble knight . Cedric ...
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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.