Historical romances of the author of Waverley, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 15
... the difficulty of thy cumbered breathing ? —No ! Front- de - Bœuf , there is another cause - Rememberest thou the magazine of fuel that is stored beneath these apartments ? " “ Woman ! ” he exclaimed with fury , “ IVANHOE . 15.
... the difficulty of thy cumbered breathing ? —No ! Front- de - Bœuf , there is another cause - Rememberest thou the magazine of fuel that is stored beneath these apartments ? " “ Woman ! ” he exclaimed with fury , “ IVANHOE . 15.
الصفحة 16
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). “ Woman ! ” he exclaimed with fury , “ thou hast not set fire to it ? -By heaven , thou hast , and the castle is in flames ! " 66 They are fast rising at ... Woman !” he exclaimed with fury, “ ...
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). “ Woman ! ” he exclaimed with fury , “ thou hast not set fire to it ? -By heaven , thou hast , and the castle is in flames ! " 66 They are fast rising at ... Woman !” he exclaimed with fury, “ ...
الصفحة 31
... is but one path to safety , I have cut my way through fifty dangers to point it to thee -up , and instantly follow me . " 66 " Alone , " answered Rebecca , " I will not follow thee . If thou wert born of woman - if IVANHOE . 31.
... is but one path to safety , I have cut my way through fifty dangers to point it to thee -up , and instantly follow me . " 66 " Alone , " answered Rebecca , " I will not follow thee . If thou wert born of woman - if IVANHOE . 31.
الصفحة 32
... 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 ! " " A knight , " answered the Templar , with his characteristic calmness ...
... 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 ! " " A knight , " answered the Templar , with his characteristic calmness ...
الصفحة 117
... woman as the eye of a basilisk , live in open sin , not with the females of their own race only , but with the daughters of the accursed brethren , and more accursed Jew . Beau- manoir , thou sleepest , up , and avenge our cause ! -Slay ...
... woman as the eye of a basilisk , live in open sin , not with the females of their own race only , but with the daughters of the accursed brethren , and more accursed Jew . Beau- manoir , thou sleepest , up , and avenge our cause ! -Slay ...
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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.