Historical romances of the author of Waverley, Volume 2 |
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... Tell the Templar to come hither- he is a priest , and may do something - But no ! — as well confess myself to the devil as to Brian de Bois - Guilbert , who recks neither of heaven nor of hell . I have heard old men talk of prayer ...
... Tell the Templar to come hither- he is a priest , and may do something - But no ! — as well confess myself to the devil as to Brian de Bois - Guilbert , who recks neither of heaven nor of hell . I have heard old men talk of prayer ...
Page 12
... and seek the Saxon witch Ulrica , who alone could tell thee what she and I alone witnessed - Go , I say , to her , who washed the wounds , and straighted the corpse , and gave to the slain man the outward show of 12 IVANHOE .
... and seek the Saxon witch Ulrica , who alone could tell thee what she and I alone witnessed - Go , I say , to her , who washed the wounds , and straighted the corpse , and gave to the slain man the outward show of 12 IVANHOE .
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... Tell me thy name , or work thy pleasure on me - it shall never be said that Maurice De Bracy was prisoner to a nameless churl . " The Black Knight whispered something into the ear of the vanquished . " I yield me to be true prisoner ...
... Tell me thy name , or work thy pleasure on me - it shall never be said that Maurice De Bracy was prisoner to a nameless churl . " The Black Knight whispered something into the ear of the vanquished . " I yield me to be true prisoner ...
Page 34
... fright at Wamba's clamour and , leaving the door open behind them , ran to tell the Templar that foemen had entered the old hall . Meantime the prisoners found no difficulty in ma- king their escape into the anti - room , and 34 IVANHOE .
... fright at Wamba's clamour and , leaving the door open behind them , ran to tell the Templar that foemen had entered the old hall . Meantime the prisoners found no difficulty in ma- king their escape into the anti - room , and 34 IVANHOE .
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... tell thee , fellow , I was somewhat totty when I received the good knight's blow , or I had kept my ground under it . But an thou gibest more of it , thou shalt learn I can give as well as take . " " Peace all ! " said the Captain ...
... tell thee , fellow , I was somewhat totty when I received the good knight's blow , or I had kept my ground under it . But an thou gibest more of it , thou shalt learn I can give as well as take . " " Peace all ! " said the Captain ...
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.