 | Meg Cabot - 2004 - 274 стор.
...time was the scrape of the key turning in the lock. And then she was alone. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN '"Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, through all the wide Border his steed was the best.'" Nicola, lying on her narrow and extremely uncomfortable pallet, stared up at the sloping beams above... | |
 | James Berry - 2003 - 260 стор.
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 | John Carrington - 2003 - 344 стор.
...here, the tone approaches the bombastic. At his best Scott sustains a dashing, broadbrush narrative: O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through...his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight... | |
 | Paul Brians - 2003 - 268 стор.
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 | McGuffey - 2003 - 484 стор.
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 | William Patten - 2003 - 548 стор.
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 | Michael Harrison, Christopher Stuart-Clark - 2004 - 166 стор.
...tide; Your horse will be the white wave — Leap on, young man, and ride!' Lochinvar SIR WALTER SCOTT O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through...all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He staid not for brake,... | |
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Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was... 
