Historical romances of the author of Waverley, Volume 2 |
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... thou art a fool , " said the Templar ; thy superstition is upon a level with Front - de- Bouf's want of faith ; neither of you can render a reason for your belief or unbelief . ” 66 Benedicite , Sir Templar , " replied De Bracy , " I ...
... thou art a fool , " said the Templar ; thy superstition is upon a level with Front - de- Bouf's want of faith ; neither of you can render a reason for your belief or unbelief . ” 66 Benedicite , Sir Templar , " replied De Bracy , " I ...
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... art thou , that darest to echo my words in a tone like that of the night - raven ? - Come before my couch that I may see thee . " " I am thine evil angel , Reginald Front - de- Bœuf , " replied the voice . " Let me behold thee then in thy ...
... art thou , that darest to echo my words in a tone like that of the night - raven ? - Come before my couch that I may see thee . " " I am thine evil angel , Reginald Front - de- Bœuf , " replied the voice . " Let me behold thee then in thy ...
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... thou shalt NOT die , " repeated the voice ; even in death shalt thou think on thy murders on the groans which this ... Art thou fled ? -art thou silenced ? " 66 No , foul parricide ! " replied the voice ; “ think of thy father ...
... thou shalt NOT die , " repeated the voice ; even in death shalt thou think on thy murders on the groans which this ... Art thou fled ? -art thou silenced ? " 66 No , foul parricide ! " replied the voice ; “ think of thy father ...
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... art come to exult over the ruins thou hast assisted to lay low ? " 66 Ay , Reginald Front - de - Bœuf , " answered she , " it is Ulrica ! -it is the daughter of the murder ... Thou hast been my evil angel , and I will be IVANHOE . 13.
... art come to exult over the ruins thou hast assisted to lay low ? " 66 Ay , Reginald Front - de - Bœuf , " answered she , " it is Ulrica ! -it is the daughter of the murder ... Thou hast been my evil angel , and I will be IVANHOE . 13.
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... thou art gone from earthly fires to those of that hell , which never sent forth an incarnate fiend more utterly diabolical ! " " Hold thy belief , " replied Ulrica , " till the proof reach thee - But , no ! " she said , interrupting ...
... thou art gone from earthly fires to those of that hell , which never sent forth an incarnate fiend more utterly diabolical ! " " Hold thy belief , " replied Ulrica , " till the proof reach thee - But , no ! " she said , interrupting ...
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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.