Subject for March, 2020

CHAPTER XXXVI

Subject: Ivanhoe

Say not my art is fraud—all live by seeming.      The beggar begs with it, and the gay courtier      Gains land and title, rank and rule, by seeming;      The clergy scorn it n...

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CHAPTER XXXV-2

Subject: Ivanhoe

“But by the Holy Temple! the zeal which hath devoured my substance and my life, yea, the very nerves and marrow of my bones; by that very Holy Temple I swear to thee, that save ...

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CHAPTER XXXV-1

Subject: Ivanhoe

Arouse the tiger of Hyrcanian deserts,      Strive with the half-starved lion for his prey;      Lesser the risk, than rouse the slumbering fire      Of wild Fanaticism.      —...

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CHAPTER XXXIV

Subject: Ivanhoe

KING JOHN.—I’ll tell thee what, my friend,      He is a very serpent in my way;      And wheresoe’er this foot of mine doth tread,      He lies before me.—Dost thou...

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CHAPTER XXXIII-2

Subject: Ivanhoe

“Ay, Jew,” said Prior Aymer; “kneel to God, as represented in the servant of his altar, and who knows, with thy sincere repentance and due gifts to the shrine of Saint Robert, w...

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CHAPTER XXXIII-1

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   —-Flower of warriors,      How is’t with Titus Lartius?      MARCIUS.—As with a man busied about decrees,      Condemning some to death and some to exile,      Ransomin...

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CHAPTER XXXII.-2

Subject: Ivanhoe

“Valiant knight,” said Locksley to the Black Champion, “without whose good heart and mighty arm our enterprise must altogether have failed, will it please you to take from that ...

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CHAPTER XXXII.-1

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Trust me each state must have its policies:      Kingdoms have edicts, cities have their charters;      Even the wild outlaw, in his forest-walk,      Keeps yet some touch of ci...

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CHAPTER XXXI-2

Subject: Ivanhoe

As the fire augmented, symptoms of it became soon apparent in the chamber, where Ivanhoe was watched and tended by the Jewess Rebecca. He had been awakened from his brief slumbe...

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CHAPTER XXXI-1

Subject: Ivanhoe

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,    Or, close the wall up with our English dead.      ———-And you, good yeomen,      Whose limbs were made in England, show us...

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