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A Monk Of Fife

Auhtor: Andrew Lang

Language: english
Published: 1896

Genres:

fiction and literature
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Review by Daniel G. Lebryk, September 2007


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Monk Of Fife':

Andrew Lang (31 March 1844 - 20 July 1912) was a Scots poet novelist and literary critic and contributor to the field of anthropology. He is best known as a collector of folk and fairy tales. The Andrew Lang lectures at the University of St Andrews are named for him.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Monk Of Fife':


... scriptorium of the Abbey, and to see the good Father Peter limning the blessed saints in blue, and red, and gold, of which art he taught me a little. ...
... wandering through the world, made friends with many strange companions. One she called Lynx-eye, that could see through a mountain one was Swift-foot, ...
... I did groan as well as I could, but, like the Levite in Scripture, they passed by on the other side of the way, fearing to meddle with one wounded perchance ...
... Up and round I went, till I was wellnigh giddy, and then I tripped and reeled so that my body struck against a heavy ironed door. Under my weight ...
... a kind voice and, glancing up, I saw that he who spoke was one of the gentlemen who had ridden with the Maiden from Vaucouleurs. Bertrand de Poulengy ...
... death, and, in brief, I so bore me that, ere noon (when I behoved to go into Chinon with Randal Rutherford, and there provide me with the rich ...
... there was no similitude for me and my unhappy estate, save that of a dog who has lost his master in a strange place, and goes questing everywhere, ...
... though it scarce belongs to my present chronicle. But it may be that, in time to come, faith will wax cold, and the very saints be misdoubted of men. ...
... die in four days' time or five, without stroke of sword and so, waving her hand haughtily, turned and went back. But I, who walked close by her, ...
... and his men were like himself, being picked and chosen for that post moreover their backs were at the wall, for the French and Scots once within ...
... thy lying mouth. Still, where the safety of a soul is concerned, a few hours more or less of this vain, perishable life weigh but as dust in the balance.. Here ...
... water, clad in white and green and red, standing smiling beneath the red-and-white blossoms of an apple-tree, in the green garden of Jacques Boucher. Elliot ...
... in the end. As the week went on, tidings came that made Elliot glad again, if before she had been sad enough. For this was that great week of wonders ...
... for a sinner, a bonny lass and a merry. As a gentleman I deem this fair stratagem of war. If I were your own brother,-the Saints have his soul in ...
... for whiteness, and her eyes shining like steel, made answer -. I am not alone with me there are of mine fifty thousand. Hence I will not give ...
... deep schemes and subtle stratagem of war. Setting forth, therefore, early in April, on the fifteenth day of the month she came to Melun, a town ...
... and certain within myself, yet other witness I had none at all, nor were any of my friends there who could speak with me. For D'Aulon, and Pasquerel, ...
... we were in a place of safety. But Jean de Luxembourg told him that he must not venture his nobility among routiers like us, wherein he pleased the Duke, ...
... not be disobedient to that Daughter of God.. Here I took some comfort, for now a thought came into my mind. But, said Elliot, as we read of ...
... my hair with your dagger, for my last gift to my first friend, and make the seal all orderly.. I did as she bade, and, bringing a lighted stick from ...