Subject for March, 2020

CHAPTER XXII

Subject: Ivanhoe

My daughter—O my ducats—O my daughter!      ———O my Christian ducats!      Justice—the Law—my ducats, and my daughter!      —Merchant of Venice Leaving the Saxon chiefs to retur...

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CHAPTER XXI

Subject: Ivanhoe

Alas, how many hours and years have past,      Since human forms have round this table sate,      Or lamp, or taper, on its surface gleam’d!      Methinks, I hear the sou...

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CHAPTER XX

Subject: Ivanhoe

When autumn nights were long and drear,      And forest walks were dark and dim,     How sweetly on the pilgrim’s ear      Was wont to steal the hermit’s hymn  ...

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CHAPTER XIX

Subject: Ivanhoe

     A train of armed men, some noble dame      Escorting, (so their scatter’d words discover’d,      As unperceived I hung upon their rear,)      Are close at hand,...

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CHAPTER XVIII

Subject: Ivanhoe

Away! our journey lies through dell and dingle,      Where the blithe fawn trips by its timid mother,      Where the broad oak, with intercepting boughs,     Chequers the sunbe...

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CHAPTER XVII

Subject: Ivanhoe

At eve, within yon studious nook,      I ope my brass-embossed book,      Portray’d with many a holy deed      Of martyrs crown’d with heavenly meed;      Then, as m...

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CHAPTER XVI

Subject: Ivanhoe

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 c...

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CHAPTER XV

Subject: Ivanhoe

     And yet he thinks,—ha, ha, ha, ha,—he thinks      I am the tool and servant of his will.      Well, let it be; through all the maze of trouble      His plots and base oppre...

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CHAPTER XIV

Subject: Ivanhoe

   In rough magnificence array’d,      When ancient Chivalry display’d      The pomp of her heroic games,      And crested chiefs and tissued dames      Assembled, a...

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CHAPTER XIII

Subject: Ivanhoe

     “Heroes, approach!” Atrides thus aloud,      “Stand forth distinguish’d from the circling crowd,      Ye who by skill or manly force may claim,      Your rivals to su...

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