Historical romances of the author of Waverley, Volume 2 |
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Page 34
... Athelstane , deter- mined , at every risk to himself , to save that last scion of Saxon royalty . But ere Cedric penetrated as far as the old hall in which he had himself been a prisoner , the inventive genius of Wamba had procured ...
... Athelstane , deter- mined , at every risk to himself , to save that last scion of Saxon royalty . But ere Cedric penetrated as far as the old hall in which he had himself been a prisoner , the inventive genius of Wamba had procured ...
Page 36
... Athelstane , who , as the reader knows , was sloth- ful , but not cowardly , beheld the female form whom the Templar protected thus sedulously , and doubt- ed not that it was Rowena that the knight was carrying off , in despite of all ...
... Athelstane , who , as the reader knows , was sloth- ful , but not cowardly , beheld the female form whom the Templar protected thus sedulously , and doubt- ed not that it was Rowena that the knight was carrying off , in despite of all ...
Page 38
... Athelstane , and calling aloud , " Those who would save themselves , follow me ! " he pushed over the draw - bridge , dispersing the archers who would have intercepted them . He was followed by his Saracens , and some five or six men ...
... Athelstane , and calling aloud , " Those who would save themselves , follow me ! " he pushed over the draw - bridge , dispersing the archers who would have intercepted them . He was followed by his Saracens , and some five or six men ...
Page 46
... Athelstane of Coningsburgh is no more — the last sprout of the sainted Confessor ! Hopes have perished with him which can never return ! -A sparkle hath been quenched by his blood , which no human breath can again rekindle ! My people ...
... Athelstane of Coningsburgh is no more — the last sprout of the sainted Confessor ! Hopes have perished with him which can never return ! -A sparkle hath been quenched by his blood , which no human breath can again rekindle ! My people ...
Page 47
... Athelstane had not extracted ; but there was something in the half - instinctive attachment of his clown , that waked his nature more keenly than even grief itself . " Nay , " said the Jester , extricating himself from his master's ...
... Athelstane had not extracted ; but there was something in the half - instinctive attachment of his clown , that waked his nature more keenly than even grief itself . " Nay , " said the Jester , extricating himself from his master's ...
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.