 | 1866 - 408 страници
...knee. v. " Now, yield thee, or by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade ! " — " Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy! Let recreant yield,...Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung; Received, but recked not of a wound, And locked his arms his foeman round! — Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 страници
...knee. v. " Now, yield thee, or by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade ! "— '' Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy! Let recreant yield,...Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung; Received, but recked not of a wound, And locked his arms his foeman round! - Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own !... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 792 страници
...his knee. "Now, yield thee, or, by Him who mado The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade ! "— " Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! let recreant yield...Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung," Received, but recked not of a wound, And locked his arms his foenian round.— Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1866 - 656 страници
...his knee. " Now, yield thee, or by Him who made The world, thy heart'* blood dyes my blade I "— " Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! Let recreant yield,...fears to die." — Like adder darting from his coil, I jke wolf that dashes through the toil, Like mountain-cat who guards her young. Full at Fitz-James's... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1866 - 614 страници
...by Him who made be world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade ! "— Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! et recreant yield, who fears to die." -Like adder darting from his coil, ike wolf that dashes through the toil, ike mountain-cat who guards her young, ull at Fitz-James s throat... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1862 - 610 страници
...by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade!" " Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy! L«t recreant yield who fears to die." Like adder darting...Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung, Received, but recked not of a wound, And locked his arms his foeman round. XXXIII. Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1868 - 398 страници
...by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade !"" Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! Lot recreant yield, who fears to die."— Like adder darting...but reck'd not of a wound, And locked his arms his foemau round.— . Now gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! No maiden's hand is round thec thrown! That... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1868 - 536 страници
...his knee. XVI. " Now, yield thee, or by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade!"— Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy! Let recreant yield,...guards her young, Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung ;J Receiv'd, but reck'd not of a wound, And lock'd his arms his foeman round.—. Now, gallant Saxon,... | |
 | William L. Robinson - 1868 - 208 страници
...confess. — Sh. 120 field and lies beneath,... and after many a summer dies the swan. — Tennyson. Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! let rec'reant yield who fears to die. — Scott. The red2 stream issuing from her azure veins3, dyes her white veil2, her ivory bosom stains.... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 396 страници
...his knee. 10, "Now, yield ye, or, by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade ! " " Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! ' Let recreant yield,...darting from his coil, Like wolf that dashes through the toil15, Like mountain-cat who guards her young, Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung ; THE FIFTH READER.... | |
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Now, yield thee, or, by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade ! " • " Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! Let recreant yield, who fears to die. 
