Rowena

Examples

• Thy language, answered Rowena, hath in its indifferent bluntness something which cannot be reconciled with the horrors it seems to express. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Sir Knight, answered Rowena, in enterprises such as yours, the real dishonour lies not in failure, but in success. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Cedric, who had been struck mute by the sudden appearance of his banished son, now rushed forward, as if to separate him from Rowena. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Tell your tyrannical master, I do only beseech him to dismiss the Lady Rowena in honour and safety. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• But you, maiden, said Rowena--you surely can have nothing to fear. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• The Lady Rowena, he said, possesses not the language in which to reply to your courtesy, or to sustain her part in your festival. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• But I can never forgive the misery and desolation your madness has occasioned, continued Rowena. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• It will not need, said the Lady Rowena, breaking silence; My voice shall be heard, if no other in this hall is raised in behalf of the absent Ivanhoe. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Rowena, somewhat alarmed by the mention of outlaws in force, and so near them, strongly seconded the proposal of her guardian. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Rowena, said De Bracy, art thou, too, deceived by the common error of thy sex, who think there can be no rivalry but that respecting their own charms? Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• He had, in truth, gone too far to recede; and yet, in Rowena's present condition, she could not be acted on either by argument or threats. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• And be careful how you look on Rowena, whom he cherishes with the most jealous care; an he take the least alarm in that quarter we are but lost men. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• So saying, he lifted the coronet, and placed it upon Rowena's head, in token of her acceptance of the temporary authority assigned to her. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Will the Lady Rowena deign to cast an eye--on a captive knight--on a dishonoured soldier? Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Thou art proud, Rowena, and thou art the fitter to be my wife. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• No sooner was Rowena seated, than a burst of music, half-drowned by the shouts of the multitude, greeted her new dignity. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• A side-door at the upper end of the hall now opened behind the banquet table, and Rowena, followed by four female attendants, entered the apartment. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Rowena wondered, hesitated, became curious, and ended by commanding the damsel to be admitted, and her attendants to withdraw. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• One of the maidens presented a silver cup, containing a rich mixture of wine and spice, which Rowena barely put to her lips. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• If I have offended, replied Sir Brian, I crave your pardon,--that is, I crave the Lady Rowena's pardon,--for my humility will carry me no lower. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Cedric also-- And Cedric also, said Rowena, repeating his words; my noble--my generous guardian! Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Who is this Lady Rowena, said Prince John, of whom we have heard so much? Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• About the same time arrived Cedric the Saxon, with the Lady Rowena, unattended, however, by Athelstane. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• He stood under a tree in deep meditation, his arms crossed upon his breast, and Rowena was in hopes she might pass him unobserved. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• She glided from the apartment, leaving Rowena surprised as if a vision had passed before her. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• If thou be'st true knight, said Wilfred, think not of me--pursue yon ravisher--save the Lady Rowena--look to the noble Cedric! Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Formed in the best proportions of her sex, Rowena was tall in stature, yet not so much so as to attract observation on account of superior height. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• She hastily wiped them, and answered to the anxious enquiries of Rowena--I am well, lady--well. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• She hastened to bid Rowena adieu. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• The Lady Rowena cares not for me--she loves the little finger of my kinsman Wilfred's glove better than my whole person. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.

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