Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 1
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). IVANHOE ; A ROMANCE . Now fitted the halter , now traversed the cart , And often took leave , but seem'd loth to depart ! VOL . II . A PRIOR . IVANHOE . CHAPTER I. Approach the chamber , look ...
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). IVANHOE ; A ROMANCE . Now fitted the halter , now traversed the cart , And often took leave , but seem'd loth to depart ! VOL . II . A PRIOR . IVANHOE . CHAPTER I. Approach the chamber , look ...
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sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). 1 IVANHOE . CHAPTER I. Approach the chamber , look upon.
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). 1 IVANHOE . CHAPTER I. Approach the chamber , look upon.
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... look upon his bed . His is the passing of no peaceful ghost , Which , as the lark arises to the sky , ' Mid morning's sweetest breeze and softest dew , Is wing'd to heaven by good mens ' sighs and tears ! Anselm parts otherwise . Old ...
... look upon his bed . His is the passing of no peaceful ghost , Which , as the lark arises to the sky , ' Mid morning's sweetest breeze and softest dew , Is wing'd to heaven by good mens ' sighs and tears ! Anselm parts otherwise . Old ...
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... . " " If thou be'st true knight , " said Wilfred , " think not of me - pursue yon ravisher - save the Lady Rowena - look to the noble Cedric . " " In their turn , " answered he of the 9 32 IVANHOE . thee. If thou wert born of woman-if ...
... . " " If thou be'st true knight , " said Wilfred , " think not of me - pursue yon ravisher - save the Lady Rowena - look to the noble Cedric . " " In their turn , " answered he of the 9 32 IVANHOE . thee. If thou wert born of woman-if ...
الصفحة 40
... look forth , The race of Hengist will send them guests . Shake your black tresses , maidens of Valhalla ! And strike your loud timbrels for joy ! Many a haughty step bends to your halls , Many a helmed head . 8 . Dark sits the evening ...
... look forth , The race of Hengist will send them guests . Shake your black tresses , maidens of Valhalla ! And strike your loud timbrels for joy ! Many a haughty step bends to your halls , Many a helmed head . 8 . Dark sits the evening ...
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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.