Readings for the young, from the works of sir Walter Scott, Том 1 |
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... approached on his gallant barb , as if borne on the wings of an eagle , came as friend or foe - perhaps , as a vowed champion of the Cross , he might rather have preferred the latter . disengaged his lance from his saddle , seized it ...
... approached on his gallant barb , as if borne on the wings of an eagle , came as friend or foe - perhaps , as a vowed champion of the Cross , he might rather have preferred the latter . disengaged his lance from his saddle , seized it ...
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... approached towards the Christian within twice the length of his lance , wheeled his steed to the left with inimitable dexterity , and rode twice round his antagonist , who , turning without quitting his ground , and presenting his front ...
... approached towards the Christian within twice the length of his lance , wheeled his steed to the left with inimitable dexterity , and rode twice round his antagonist , who , turning without quitting his ground , and presenting his front ...
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... approached the Christian with his right hand ex- tended , but no longer in a menacing attitude . " There is truce betwixt our nations , " he said , in the lingua franca commonly used for the purpose of communication with the Crusaders ...
... approached the Christian with his right hand ex- tended , but no longer in a menacing attitude . " There is truce betwixt our nations , " he said , in the lingua franca commonly used for the purpose of communication with the Crusaders ...
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... approaching to his sixtieth year . His dress was a tunic of forest green , furred at the throat and cuffs with what was called minever , —a kind of fur inferior in quality to ermine , and formed , it is believed , of the skin of the ...
... approaching to his sixtieth year . His dress was a tunic of forest green , furred at the throat and cuffs with what was called minever , —a kind of fur inferior in quality to ermine , and formed , it is believed , of the skin of the ...
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... approached to within a mile of the town of Ashby , was an extensive meadow of the finest and most beautiful green turf , surrounded on one side by the forest , and fringed on the other by straggling oak - trees , some of which had grown ...
... approached to within a mile of the town of Ashby , was an extensive meadow of the finest and most beautiful green turf , surrounded on one side by the forest , and fringed on the other by straggling oak - trees , some of which had grown ...
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Стр. 204 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, 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!
Стр. 212 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Стр. 208 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night, A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from...
Стр. 209 - Clair. 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. And each St. Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds The dirge of lovely Rosabelle, [sung, XXIV.
Стр. 196 - But present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
Стр. 72 - Nothing but the cloud of arrows flying so thick as to dazzle mine eyes, and to hide the bowmen who shoot them." " That cannot endure," said Ivanhoe. " If they press not right on to carry the castle by pure force of arms, the archery may avail but little against stone walls and bulwarks. Look for the Knight of the Fetterlock, fair Rebecca, and see how he bears himself; for as the leader is, so will his followers be." " I see him not,
Стр. 209 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Стр. 15 - Hundreds of broad-headed, shortstemmed, wide-branched oaks, which had witnessed perhaps the stately march of the Roman soldiery, flung their gnarled arms over a thick carpet of the most delicious greensward ; in some places they were intermingled with beeches, hollies, and copsewood of various descriptions, so closely as totally to intercept the level beams of the sinking sun...
Стр. 198 - For on the smoke-wreathes, huge and slow That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep...
Стр. 207 - O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...