Historical romances of the author of Waverley, Volume 2 |
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... Saxon porkers , whom I have slain , they were the foes of my coun- try , and of my lineage , and of my liege lord .-- Ho ! ho ! thou seest there is no crevice in my coat of plate - Art thou fled ? -art thou silenced ? " 66 No , foul ...
... Saxon porkers , whom I have slain , they were the foes of my coun- try , and of my lineage , and of my liege lord .-- Ho ! ho ! thou seest there is no crevice in my coat of plate - Art thou fled ? -art thou silenced ? " 66 No , foul ...
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... Saxon , Reginald ! -the scorned Saxon assails thy walls ! -Why liest thou here , like a worn - out hind , when the Saxon storms thy place of strength ? " " Gods and fiends ! " exclaimed the wounded knight ; " O , for one moment's ...
... Saxon , Reginald ! -the scorned Saxon assails thy walls ! -Why liest thou here , like a worn - out hind , when the Saxon storms thy place of strength ? " " Gods and fiends ! " exclaimed the wounded knight ; " O , for one moment's ...
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... Saxons , were they headed by Hengist and Horsa ! -The war - cry of the Tem- plar and of the Free Companions rises high over the conflict ! And by mine honour , when we kindle the blazing beacon , for joy of our defence , it shall ...
... Saxons , were they headed by Hengist and Horsa ! -The war - cry of the Tem- plar and of the Free Companions rises high over the conflict ! And by mine honour , when we kindle the blazing beacon , for joy of our defence , it shall ...
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... Saxons - fiends , as the priests now call them - supply the place of comforters at your dying bed , which Ulrica now relinquishes ! — But know , if it will give thee comfort to know it , that Ulrica is bound to the same dark coast with ...
... Saxons - fiends , as the priests now call them - supply the place of comforters at your dying bed , which Ulrica now relinquishes ! — But know , if it will give thee comfort to know it , that Ulrica is bound to the same dark coast with ...
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... Saxons and accur- sed Jews , who are my prisoners - all , all shall at- tend me a goodly fellowship as ever took the downward road - Ha , ha , ha ! " and he laughed in his frenzy till the vaulted roof rang again . " Who laughed there ...
... Saxons and accur- sed Jews , who are my prisoners - all , all shall at- tend me a goodly fellowship as ever took the downward road - Ha , ha , ha ! " and he laughed in his frenzy till the vaulted roof rang again . " Who laughed there ...
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.