Works, Том 23Houghton Mifflin, 1923 |
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... voice . The leathern case announced so much , although it pro- claimed not the exact nature of the instrument . The colour of the traveller's doublet was blue , and that of his hose violet , with slashes which showed a lining of the ...
... voice . The leathern case announced so much , although it pro- claimed not the exact nature of the instrument . The colour of the traveller's doublet was blue , and that of his hose violet , with slashes which showed a lining of the ...
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... voices though the distance was con- siderable . Having screened his eyes with his hand for some minutes , Bertram at length exclaimed , ' By Our Lady , it is my old friend , Tom Dickson , sure enough ! What can make him in such bad ...
... voices though the distance was con- siderable . Having screened his eyes with his hand for some minutes , Bertram at length exclaimed , ' By Our Lady , it is my old friend , Tom Dickson , sure enough ! What can make him in such bad ...
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... voice , ' Dickson ! - what ho , Thomas Dickson ! will you not acknowledge an old friend , who is much disposed to trust his supper and night's lodging to your hospital- ity ? ' The Scotchman , attracted by the call , looked first 16 ...
... voice , ' Dickson ! - what ho , Thomas Dickson ! will you not acknowledge an old friend , who is much disposed to trust his supper and night's lodging to your hospital- ity ? ' The Scotchman , attracted by the call , looked first 16 ...
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... voice -'quiet , man ! for the sake of common sense , if not common manners ; Robin Hood himself never sat down to his board ere the roast was ready . ' ' Ready ! ' quoth another rough voice ; ' it is roasting to rags , and small had ...
... voice -'quiet , man ! for the sake of common sense , if not common manners ; Robin Hood himself never sat down to his board ere the roast was ready . ' ' Ready ! ' quoth another rough voice ; ' it is roasting to rags , and small had ...
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... voice and proceeded - ' The eldest of my guests is Bertram , an ancient English minstrel , who is bound on his own errand to the Castle of Douglas , and will com- municate what he has to say of news to Sir John de Walton himself . I ...
... voice and proceeded - ' The eldest of my guests is Bertram , an ancient English minstrel , who is bound on his own errand to the Castle of Douglas , and will com- municate what he has to say of news to Sir John de Walton himself . I ...
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Abbot ancient Anne of Geierstein answered Antiquary archer arms Aymer de Valence Baron Berkely Bertram Betrothed Black Dwarf blood Border Branksome Bride of Lammermoor Buccleuch called Captain Castle Dangerous Castle of Douglas church command Count Robert Dame Deloraine Douglas Castle Duke duty Earl England English Fair Maid father fear Fortunes of Nigel garrison governor Guy Mannering hand Hautlieu heard Heart of Midlothian Highland honour horse Ivanhoe James John de Walton Kenilworth King Lady Augusta Ladye Laird land Legend of Montrose Lord Maid of Perth Margaret Master minstrel Monastery noble Note o'er Old Mortality Peak person Peveril Pirate Quentin Durward Redgauntlet replied Rob Roy Robert of Paris Ronan's Saint Scotland Scots Scott Scottish seemed servant Sir Aymer Sir John spear steed Surgeon's Daughter sword tale Talisman thee Thomas thou tower warrior Waverley wild William Woodstock word young knight youth
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Стр. 287 - There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle!
Стр. 201 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Стр. 79 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 122 - That name does not belang to me; I am but the Queen of fair Elfland, That am hither come to visit thee. 'Harp and carp, Thomas', she said; 'Harp and carp along wi' me; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will be.
Стр. 14 - Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content.
Стр. 174 - Through Solway sands, through Tarras moss, Blindfold, he knew the paths to cross ; By wily turns, by desperate bounds, Had baffled Percy's best blood-hounds; In Eske or Liddel, fords were none, But he would ride them, one by one ; Alike to him was time or tide, December's snow, or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time, Moonless midnight, or matin prime : Steady of heart, and stout of hand, As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been, By England's King, and Scotland's...
Стр. 186 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined, Then framed a spell when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Стр. 123 - O they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern light, And they waded through red blude to the knee; For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o
Стр. 164 - THE feast was over in Branksome tower, And the Ladye had gone to her secret bower ; Her bower, that was guarded by word and by spell, Deadly to hear, and deadly to tell — Jesu Maria, shield us well ! No living wight save the Ladye alone, Had dared to cross the threshold stone.
Стр. 159 - Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by .an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and...