Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 13
... father and kindred , name and fame - all that she has lost by the name of Front - de - Bouf ! -Think of my wrongs , Front - de- Boeuf , and answer me if I speak not truth . Thou hast been my evil angel , and I will be IVANHOE . 13.
... father and kindred , name and fame - all that she has lost by the name of Front - de - Bouf ! -Think of my wrongs , Front - de- Boeuf , and answer me if I speak not truth . Thou hast been my evil angel , and I will be IVANHOE . 13.
الصفحة 17
... did not pre- vent the echoes of his own frenzied laughter from returning upon his ear- " Who laughed there ? Ulrica , was it thou ? -Speak , witch , and I for- VOL . II . B give thee - for , only thou or the fiend IVANHOE . 17.
... did not pre- vent the echoes of his own frenzied laughter from returning upon his ear- " Who laughed there ? Ulrica , was it thou ? -Speak , witch , and I for- VOL . II . B give thee - for , only thou or the fiend IVANHOE . 17.
الصفحة 52
... noble Athelstane , I shall be an inhabitant of the halls of his castle of Coningsburgh - They will be open to all who chuse to partake of the funeral banquetting ; and , I speak in name of the noble Edith , mother of the 52 IVANHOE .
... noble Athelstane , I shall be an inhabitant of the halls of his castle of Coningsburgh - They will be open to all who chuse to partake of the funeral banquetting ; and , I speak in name of the noble Edith , mother of the 52 IVANHOE .
الصفحة 59
... Speak , Jew - have I not ran- somed thee from Sathanas ? -have I not taught thee thy creed , thy pater , and thine Ave Maria ? -Did I not spend the whole night in drinking to thee , and in expounding of mysteries ? " " For the love of ...
... Speak , Jew - have I not ran- somed thee from Sathanas ? -have I not taught thee thy creed , thy pater , and thine Ave Maria ? -Did I not spend the whole night in drinking to thee , and in expounding of mysteries ? " " For the love of ...
الصفحة 61
... speaking to him of mys- teries through the whole night ( for the few draughts of sack which I sharpened my wits with were not worth marking ) my head is well nigh dizzied , I trow . But I was clean exhausted . - Gilbert and Wibbald know ...
... speaking to him of mys- teries through the whole night ( for the few draughts of sack which I sharpened my wits with were not worth marking ) my head is well nigh dizzied , I trow . But I was clean exhausted . - Gilbert and Wibbald know ...
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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.