Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 10
... priest , and may do something - But no ! — as well confess myself to the devil as to Brian de Bois - Guilbert , who recks neither of heaven nor of hell . I have heard old men talk of prayer - prayer by their own voice - such need not to ...
... priest , and may do something - But no ! — as well confess myself to the devil as to Brian de Bois - Guilbert , who recks neither of heaven nor of hell . I have heard old men talk of prayer - prayer by their own voice - such need not to ...
الصفحة 11
... priest , or devil , " replied Front- de - Bœuf , " thou liest in thy throat ! -Not I stir- red John to rebellion - not I alone - there were fifty knights and barons , the flower of the mid- land counties - better men never laid lance in ...
... priest , or devil , " replied Front- de - Bœuf , " thou liest in thy throat ! -Not I stir- red John to rebellion - not I alone - there were fifty knights and barons , the flower of the mid- land counties - better men never laid lance in ...
الصفحة 16
... priests now call them - supply the place of comforters at your dying bed , which Ulrica now relinquishes ! — But know , if it will give thee comfort to know it , that Ulrica is bound to the same dark coast with thyself , the companion ...
... priests now call them - supply the place of comforters at your dying bed , which Ulrica now relinquishes ! — But know , if it will give thee comfort to know it , that Ulrica is bound to the same dark coast with thyself , the companion ...
الصفحة 25
... Priest , shew thou canst fight for thy rosary - make in , brave yeomen ! -the castle is ours , we have friends with- in - See yonder flag , it is the appointed signal- Torquilstone is ours ! -Think of honour , think of spoil - One ...
... Priest , shew thou canst fight for thy rosary - make in , brave yeomen ! -the castle is ours , we have friends with- in - See yonder flag , it is the appointed signal- Torquilstone is ours ! -Think of honour , think of spoil - One ...
الصفحة 45
... priest hath but " I abidden by the wine - pot a thought too late . Who saw him since the castle was ta'en ? " " I , " quoth the Miller , " marked him busy about the door of a cellar , swearing by each saint in the calendar he would ...
... priest hath but " I abidden by the wine - pot a thought too late . Who saw him since the castle was ta'en ? " " I , " quoth the Miller , " marked him busy about the door of a cellar , swearing by each saint in the calendar he would ...
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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.