Historical romances of the author of Waverley, Volume 2 |
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Page 113
... Beaumanoir could speak to him without turning round his head . 66 Conrade , " said the Grand Master , " dear com- panion of my battles and my toils , to thy faithful VOL . II . Η bosom alone I can confide my sorrows . To thee IVANHOE . 113.
... Beaumanoir could speak to him without turning round his head . 66 Conrade , " said the Grand Master , " dear com- panion of my battles and my toils , to thy faithful VOL . II . Η bosom alone I can confide my sorrows . To thee IVANHOE . 113.
Page 116
... Con- rade , in the visions of the night - their sainted eyes shed tears for the sins and follies of their bre- thren , and for the foul and shameful luxury in which they wallow . Beaumanoir , they say , thou 116 IVANHOE .
... Con- rade , in the visions of the night - their sainted eyes shed tears for the sins and follies of their bre- thren , and for the foul and shameful luxury in which they wallow . Beaumanoir , they say , thou 116 IVANHOE .
Page 117
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). which they wallow . Beaumanoir , they say , thou slumberest - awake ... Beau- manoir , thou sleepest , up , and avenge our cause ! -Slay the sinners , male and female - Take to thee the ...
sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]). which they wallow . Beaumanoir , they say , thou slumberest - awake ... Beau- manoir , thou sleepest , up , and avenge our cause ! -Slay the sinners , male and female - Take to thee the ...
Page 120
... Beaumanoir made a sign with his staff that he should come no farther . The Jew kneeled down on the earth , which he kissed in token of reve- rence ; then rising , stood before the Templars , his hands folded on his bosom , his head ...
... Beaumanoir made a sign with his staff that he should come no farther . The Jew kneeled down on the earth , which he kissed in token of reve- rence ; then rising , stood before the Templars , his hands folded on his bosom , his head ...
Page 121
... Beaumanoir saw his mortal apprehension , and con- descended to give him some assurance . " Fear nothing , " he said , " for thy wretched per- son , Jew , so thou dealest uprightly in this matter . I demand again to know from thee thy ...
... Beaumanoir saw his mortal apprehension , and con- descended to give him some assurance . " Fear nothing , " he said , " for thy wretched per- son , Jew , so thou dealest uprightly in this matter . I demand again to know from thee thy ...
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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
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.