Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 13
... thou dost partake it . - Grind not thy teeth , Front - de - Bœuf - roll not thine eyes -clench not thy hand , nor shake it at me with that gesture of menace ! -The hand which ... Thou hast been my evil angel , and I will be IVANHOE . 13.
... thou dost partake it . - Grind not thy teeth , Front - de - Bœuf - roll not thine eyes -clench not thy hand , nor shake it at me with that gesture of menace ! -The hand which ... Thou hast been my evil angel , and I will be IVANHOE . 13.
الصفحة 14
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). hast been my evil angel , and I will be thine - I will dog thee till the very instant of dissolution ! " " Detestable fury ! " answered Front - de - Bœuf , " that moment shalt thou never ...
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). hast been my evil angel , and I will be thine - I will dog thee till the very instant of dissolution ! " " Detestable fury ! " answered Front - de - Bœuf , " that moment shalt thou never ...
الصفحة 16
... thou hast not set fire to it ? -By heaven , thou hast , and the castle is in flames ! " 66 They are fast rising at least , " said Ulrica , with frightful composure ; " and a signal shall soon wave to warn the besiegers to press hard ...
... thou hast not set fire to it ? -By heaven , thou hast , and the castle is in flames ! " 66 They are fast rising at least , " said Ulrica , with frightful composure ; " and a signal shall soon wave to warn the besiegers to press hard ...
الصفحة 23
... thou hast neither hauberk , nor corslet , nor aught but that light helmet , target and sword . " " The better ! " answered Cedric ; " I shall be the lighter to climb these walls . And , forgive the boast , Sir Knight , thou shalt this ...
... thou hast neither hauberk , nor corslet , nor aught but that light helmet , target and sword . " " The better ! " answered Cedric ; " I shall be the lighter to climb these walls . And , forgive the boast , Sir Knight , thou shalt this ...
الصفحة 32
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). thee . If thou wert born of woman - if thou hast but a touch of human charity in thee — if thy heart be not hard as thy breast - plate - save my aged fa- ther - save this wounded knight ...
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). thee . If thou wert born of woman - if thou hast but a touch of human charity in thee — if thy heart be not hard as thy breast - plate - save my aged fa- ther - save this wounded knight ...
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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.