 Who ever sat silent, his sword in his hand, Their sports and their pleasures despising. " Now hear me, thou gallant young warrior, now hear ! If still thou disdain'st what we proffer, With dagger and knife from thy breast will we tear Oh ! glad was the...  A lost name - Page 196by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu - 1868Full view - About this book
 | Matthew Gregory Lewis - 1801 - 464 pages
..." With dagger and knife from thy breaft will we tear <* Thine heart, which refufes o^r offer !" — Oh ! glad was the knight when he heard the cock crow • His enemies trembled, and left him : Elfe mufl he have flayed upon Elver's Hoh, And the witches of Jife had bereft him, Beware then, ye... | |
 | Matthew Gregory Lewis - 1801 - 268 pages
..." With dagger and knife from thy breast will we tear " Thine heart, which refuses our offer !" — Oh ! glad was the knight when he heard the cock crow ! His enemies trembled and left him : Else must he have stay'd upon Elver's Hoh, And the witches of life had bereft him. Beware then, ye... | |
 | Matthew Gregory Lewis - 1839 - 400 pages
...proffer, With dagger and knife from thy breast will we tear Thine heart, which refuses our offer." Oh ! glad was the knight, when he heard the cock crow ! His enemies trembled — and left him ; Else must he have stay'd upon Elver's Hoh, And the witches of life had bereft him ! Beware then,... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1845 - 354 pages
...proffer, With dagger and knife from thy breast will we tear Thy heart, which refuses our offer ! ' O, glad was. the Knight when he heard the cock crow ! His enemies trembled, and left him ; Else must he have staid upon Elver's Hoh, And the witches of life had bereft him. Beware then, ye... | |
 | Henry Morley - 1887 - 296 pages
...hear ! If still thou disdain'st what we proffer, With dagger and knife from thy breast will we tear Oh ! glad was the knight when he heard the cock crow ! His enemies trembled and left him : Elss must he have stayed upon Elver's Hoh, And the witches of life had bereft him. Beware then, ye... | |
 | 1867 - 592 pages
...he waked with a cry, he knew not why uttered. It was still in his ears, and the walls seemed riuging with it as he looked about him. The candles were expiring...the inquest upon the body of the murdered baronet. CHAPTER XLVII. THE CORONER. As the day wore on, strange faces began to appear. Men rode up to the door... | |
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