Burlesques: A legend of the Rhine, Rebecca and Rowena. (Mr. Thackeray's misc. writings). |
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Alfaqui archers armour arms assault Athelstane bartizan battle battle of Alarcos beautiful Bishop blush BOUVERIE STREET BRADBURY brave Bugo castle Chalus champion CHAPTER Christian cried CYCLOPÆDIA daughter dear dirhems Don Beltran Donnerblitz Duke of Cleves England exclaimed eyes father fell fellow flung fool gallant garrison gentle Godesberg hair hand head heard heart Helena helmet hermit Hildebrandt Holy Hombourg honour horse House of Cleves Isaac of York Ivanhoe's King Richard knave knew knight Lady Rowena lance laughed looked lord Majesty margrave margrave's married Moors never pale poor Prince of Cleves Princess Rebecca REBECCA AND ROWENA Rhine ringlets roared Rotherwood round Rowski royal Saint Buffo Saladin Sir Gottfried Sir Ludwig Sir Wilfrid slain Squintoff sure sword Templestowe thee Theodora thou thought took trumpet W. M. THACKERAY Waltheof Wamba warrior Wilfrid of Ivanhoe Wolfgang Xixona young Otto youth
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Pagina 102 - Ho, pretty Page with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber's shear ! All your wish is woman to win : This is the way that boys begin : Wait till you come to Forty Year...
Pagina 102 - Wait till you come to Forty Year. Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, Grizzling hair the brain doth clear — Then you know a boy is an ass, Then you know the worth of a lass, Once you have come to Forty Year. Pledge me round, I bid ye declare, All good fellows whose beards are...
Pagina 102 - ... away ? The reddest lips that ever have kissed, The brightest eyes that ever have shone, May pray and whisper, and we not list, Or look away, and never be missed, Ere yet ever a month is gone. Gillian's dead, God rest her bier, How I loved her twenty years syne ! Marian's married, but I sit here Alone and merry at Forty Year, Dipping my nose in the Gascon wine.