Historical romances of the author of Waverley, Volume 2 |
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Page 229
... Friar Tuck , ) " it is not the crosier I fear , but the sceptre . - Alas ! that my sacrilegious fist should ever have been ap- plied to the ear of the Lord's anointed ! " " Ha ! ha ! " said Richard , " sits the wind there ? ” -In truth ...
... Friar Tuck , ) " it is not the crosier I fear , but the sceptre . - Alas ! that my sacrilegious fist should ever have been ap- plied to the ear of the Lord's anointed ! " " Ha ! ha ! " said Richard , " sits the wind there ? ” -In truth ...
Page 230
... Friar , I think it would be best both for the church and thyself , that I should procure a license to unfrock thee ... Tuck ? ' says another . " The unfrocked villain destroys more venison than half the country besides , ' says one ...
... Friar , I think it would be best both for the church and thyself , that I should procure a license to unfrock thee ... Tuck ? ' says another . " The unfrocked villain destroys more venison than half the country besides , ' says one ...
Page 236
... Friar Tuck , and the horn of the sage Wamba , may be able to rescue me from . " . Wilfred bowed in submission , well knowing how vain it was to contend with the wild spirit of chi- valry which so often impelled his master upon dan- gers ...
... Friar Tuck , and the horn of the sage Wamba , may be able to rescue me from . " . Wilfred bowed in submission , well knowing how vain it was to contend with the wild spirit of chi- valry which so often impelled his master upon dan- gers ...
Page 266
... Friar Tuck , for a count's ransom , " said Richard , looking at Ivanhoe . " He may be the devil , an he will , " said Athel- stane . " Fortunately he missed the aim ; and on my approaching to grapple with him , took to his heels and ran ...
... Friar Tuck , for a count's ransom , " said Richard , looking at Ivanhoe . " He may be the devil , an he will , " said Athel- stane . " Fortunately he missed the aim ; and on my approaching to grapple with him , took to his heels and ran ...
Page 278
... Friar hastily , " he never spoke a word . " " So ho ! Friar Tuck , " said the Minstrel , draw- ing him apart from the rustics ; " we have started a new hare , I find . ” 66 ' I tell thee , Allan - a - Dale , " said the Hermit , " I saw ...
... Friar hastily , " he never spoke a word . " " So ho ! Friar Tuck , " said the Minstrel , draw- ing him apart from the rustics ; " we have started a new hare , I find . ” 66 ' I tell thee , Allan - a - Dale , " said the Hermit , " I saw ...
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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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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.