ISBN: 1236445961

[EAN: 9781236445964], Neubuch, SIR WALTER SCOTT,BIOGRAPHIES AND MEMOIRS,NEW USED TEXTBOOKS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missi… More...

[EAN: 9781236445964], Neubuch, SIR WALTER SCOTT,BIOGRAPHIES AND MEMOIRS,NEW USED TEXTBOOKS, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1833 Excerpt: . . . you, reverend lord, said Piercie Shafton, very eagerly. ere you resign the defence that is in your power--there are many posts near the entry of this village, where brave men might live or die to the advantage; and I Have this additional motive to make defence, --the safety, namely, of a fair friend, who, I hope, hath escaped the hands of the heretics. I understand you, Sir Piercie, said the Abbot--you mean the daughter of our Convents miller 1 Reverend my lord, said Sir Piercie, not without hesitation, the fair Mysinda is, as may be in some sort alleged, the daughter of one who mechanicnlly prepareth corn to be manipulated into bread, without which we could not exist, and which is therefore an employment in itself honourable, nay necessary. Nevertheless, if the purest sentiments of a generous mind, streaming forth like the rays of the sun reflected by a diamond, may ennoble one, who is in some sort the daughler of a molendinary mechanic I have no time for all this, Sir Knight, said the Abbot; be it enough to answer that with our will we war no longer with carnal weapons. We of the spirituality will teach you of the temporality how to die in cold blood, our hands not clenched for resistance, but folded for prayer--our mindB not filled with jealous hatred, but with Christisn meekness and forgiveness--our ears not deafened, nor our senses confused, by the sound of clamorous instruments of war; but, on the contrary, our voices composed to Hallelujah, Kyrie-F. leison, and Salve Regina, and our blood temperate and cold, as those who think r ciling themselves with God, not of av selves of their fellow-mortals. Lord Abbot, said Sir Piercie, this is nothing to the . . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2012, ISBN: 1236445961

[EAN: 9781236445964], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers … More...

[EAN: 9781236445964], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1833 Excerpt: .you, reverend lord, said Piercie Shafton, very eagerly. ere you resign the defence that is in your power--there are many posts near the entry of this village, where brave men might live or die to the advantage; and I Have this additional motive to make defence, --the safety, namely, of a fair friend, who, I hope, hath escaped the hands of the heretics. I understand you, Sir Piercie, said the Abbot-- you mean the daughter of our Convent s miller 1 Reverend my lord, said Sir Piercie, not without hesitation, the fair Mysinda is, as may be in some sort alleged, the daughter of one who mechanicnlly prepareth corn to be manipulated into bread, without which we could not exist, and which is therefore an employment in itself honourable, nay necessary. Nevertheless, if the purest sentiments of a generous mind, streaming forth like the rays of the sun reflected by a diamond, may ennoble one, who is in some sort the daughler of a molendinary mechanic I have no time for all this, Sir Knight, said the Abbot; be it enough to answer that with our will we war no longer with carnal weapons. We of the spirituality will teach you of the temporality how to die in cold blood, our hands not clenched for resistance, but folded for prayer--our mindB not filled with jealous hatred, but with Christisn meekness and forgiveness--our ears not deafened, nor our senses confused, by the sound of clamorous instruments of war; but, on the contrary, our voices composed to Hallelujah, Kyrie-F.leison, and Salve Regina, and our blood temperate and cold, as those who think r ciling themselves with God, not of av selves of their fellow-mortals. Lord Abbot, said Sir Piercie, this is nothing to the .<

2012, ISBN: 1236445961

[EAN: 9781236445964], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers c… More...

[EAN: 9781236445964], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1833 Excerpt: .you, reverend lord, said Piercie Shafton, very eagerly. ere you resign the defence that is in your power--there are many posts near the entry of this village, where brave men might live or die to the advantage; and I Have this additional motive to make defence, --the safety, namely, of a fair friend, who, I hope, hath escaped the hands of the heretics. I understand you, Sir Piercie, said the Abbot-- you mean the daughter of our Convent s miller 1 Reverend my lord, said Sir Piercie, not without hesitation, the fair Mysinda is, as may be in some sort alleged, the daughter of one who mechanicnlly prepareth corn to be manipulated into bread, without which we could not exist, and which is therefore an employment in itself honourable, nay necessary. Nevertheless, if the purest sentiments of a generous mind, streaming forth like the rays of the sun reflected by a diamond, may ennoble one, who is in some sort the daughler of a molendinary mechanic I have no time for all this, Sir Knight, said the Abbot; be it enough to answer that with our will we war no longer with carnal weapons. We of the spirituality will teach you of the temporality how to die in cold blood, our hands not clenched for resistance, but folded for prayer--our mindB not filled with jealous hatred, but with Christisn meekness and forgiveness--our ears not deafened, nor our senses confused, by the sound of clamorous instruments of war; but, on the contrary, our voices composed to Hallelujah, Kyrie-F.leison, and Salve Regina, and our blood temperate and cold, as those who think r ciling themselves with God, not of av selves of their fellow-mortals. Lord Abbot, said Sir Piercie, this is nothing to the .<