Scott's Ivanhoe: A Romance

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Ginn, 1906 - Počet stran: 536
 

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Strana 166 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Strana 434 - ... 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 are timbrel, trump, and' horn. But THOU hast said, The blood of goat, The flesh of rams, I will not prize ; A contrite heart, a humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice.
Strana 433 - 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 prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray.
Strana 221 - So strange, outrageous, and so variable, As the dog Jew did utter in the streets : ' My daughter ! O my ducats ! O my daughter ! Fled with a Christian ! O my Christian ducats ! Justice ! the law ! my ducats, and my daughter...
Strana 518 - 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.
Strana 313 - Knight," answered Rebecca, faintly ; then instantly again shouted with joyful eagerness — " But no — but no ! — the name of the Lord of Hosts be blessed...
Strana 329 - 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.
Strana 505 - ... lists, and commanded them to unhelm the conquered champion. His eyes were closed ; the dark red flush was still on his brow. As they looked on him in astonishment, the eyes opened ; but they were fixed and glazed. The flush passed from his brow, and gave way to the pallid hue of death. Unscathed by the lance of his enemy, he had died \ a victim to the violence of his own contending passions. ' This is indeed the judgment of God...
Strana 5 - Seven stood upright ; the rest had been dislodged from their places, probably by the zeal of some convert to Christianity, and lay, some prostrate near their former site, and others on the side of the hill. One large stone only had found its way to the bottom, and in stopping the course of a small brook, which glided smoothly round the foot of the eminence, gave, by its opposition, a feeble voice of murmur to the placid and elsewhere silent streamlet.
Strana 145 - said Prince John to Hubert, "an thou suffer that runagate knave to overcome thee, thou art worthy of the gallows ! " Hubert had but one set speech for all occasions. " An your Highness were to hang me," he said,

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