By Mary Lafon Illustrated With Twenty Engravings By GUSTAVE DORE |
ILLUSTRATIONS. | .035 | "Knight,” said Sir Jaufry, “thou dost press me sore”. | | .043 | The wood and iron, for a cubit's length, pierced through the shoulder. . | | .053 | "Good friend,” he then apostrophised the knight, “the passage now may be considered safe”. | | .054 | "Halt, knight,” he cried; “I'll have a word with thee”. | | .060 | A fierce wind, in passing, swept away the last memorial of the magic work. | | .082 | Knights and burghers, minstrels, jugglers from all countries, hither trooping came | | .088 | His troop returned, bearing him faint and bleeding. | | .094 | "Heaven!” Sir Jaufry cried, “in thee I trust; what figure have we here?”. | | .110 | Back returned the sable knight, hissing and growling as the thunder doth when tempests vex the air. | | .111 | Jaufry with Augier's daughter rode away | | .117 | I leave you to surmise the games and joy which at the castle on that day were seen | | .134 | They sat them down in the great hall of the castle. | | .136 | He his efforts used to save her with the butt-end of his lance. | | .140 | All the train which called Sir Melyan lord escorted back in triumph to Montbran that happy pair |
THE FABLES OF LA FONTAINE Translated Into English Verse By Walter Thornbury
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