Waverley Novels: IvanhoeG. Routledge, 1877 |
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الصفحة 187
... Grand Master hath granted me a dispensation . And for my conscience , a man that has slain three hundred Saracens , need not reckon up every little failing , like a village girl at her first confession upon Good Friday eve . " " Thou ...
... Grand Master hath granted me a dispensation . And for my conscience , a man that has slain three hundred Saracens , need not reckon up every little failing , like a village girl at her first confession upon Good Friday eve . " " Thou ...
الصفحة 216
... Grand Master . The poor soldiers of the Temple will not alone place their foot upon the necks of kings 216 IVANHOE .
... Grand Master . The poor soldiers of the Temple will not alone place their foot upon the necks of kings 216 IVANHOE .
الصفحة 320
... Grand Master , is now himself at Templestowe ? ” " I know it not , " said Isaac ; “ our last letters from our brethren at Paris advised us that he was at that city , beseeching Philip for aid against the Sultan Saladine . " " He hath ...
... Grand Master , is now himself at Templestowe ? ” " I know it not , " said Isaac ; “ our last letters from our brethren at Paris advised us that he was at that city , beseeching Philip for aid against the Sultan Saladine . " " He hath ...
الصفحة 321
... Grand Master , for to do foul scorn to our people is his morning and evening delight . It may be if thou couldst speak with Bois - Guilbert in private , thou shalt the better prevail with him ; for men say that these accursed Nazarenes ...
... Grand Master , for to do foul scorn to our people is his morning and evening delight . It may be if thou couldst speak with Bois - Guilbert in private , thou shalt the better prevail with him ; for men say that these accursed Nazarenes ...
الصفحة 322
... Grand Master was a man advanced in age , as was testified by his long grey beard , and the shaggy grey eyebrows overhanging eyes , of which , however , years had been unable to quench the fire . A formidable warrior , his thin and ...
... Grand Master was a man advanced in age , as was testified by his long grey beard , and the shaggy grey eyebrows overhanging eyes , of which , however , years had been unable to quench the fire . A formidable warrior , his thin and ...
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Abbot ancient answered armour arms Athelstane attendants Beaumanoir beauty betwixt Black Knight blood Bracy Brian de Bois-Guilbert brother called canst castle Cedric champion Christian cloth Coloured companion Coningsburgh crown daughter death Disinherited Knight England exclaimed eyes fair fate father favour Fcap fear forest Friar Friar Tuck Front-de-Bœuf Grand Master Gurth hand hath head heart Heaven hermit holy holy Order honour horse Isaac Ivanhoe Jester Jewess King knave Knight Templar knowest Lady Rowena lance lists Locksley look maiden Malvoisin noble Norman numbers Order outlaws Preceptor present priest Prince John Prior Aymer prisoner ransom Rebecca replied reverend Richard Richard Plantagenet Rotherwood Saint Saint Dunstan Saracens Saxon seemed Sir Knight squire steed sword tell Templar Templestowe thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thyself valour voice Wamba Wilfred wine wounded yeoman yonder zecchins
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الصفحة 357 - No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own.
الصفحة 138 - Thus exhorted, Hubert resumed his place, and not neglecting the caution which he had received from his adversary, he made the necessary allowance for a very light air of wind which had just arisen, and shot so successfully that his arrow alighted in the very centre of the target. 'A Hubert! a Hubert!' shouted the populace, more interested in a known person than in a stranger. 'In the clout! — in the clout! a Hubert for ever!' 'Thou canst not mend that shot, Locksley,' said the Prince, with an insulting...
الصفحة 262 - And I must lie here like a bedridden monk," exclaimed Ivanhoe, " while the game that gives me freedom or death is played out by the hand of others !— Look from the window once again, kind maiden, but beware that you are not marked by the archers beneath — Look out once more, and tell me if they yet advance to the storm.
الصفحة 136 - One by one the archers, stepping forward, delivered their shafts yeomanlike and bravely. Of twenty-four arrows, shot in succession, ten were fixed in the target, and the others ranged so near it, that, considering the distance of the mark, it was accounted good archery. Of the ten shafts which hit the target, two within the inner ring were shot by Hubert, a forester in the service of Malvoisin, who was accordingly pronounced victorious.
الصفحة 106 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.
الصفحة 94 - Disinherited. He was mounted on a gallant black horse, and as he passed through the lists he gracefully saluted the Prince and the ladies by lowering his lance. The dexterity with which he managed his steed, and something of youthful grace which he displayed in his manner, won him the...
الصفحة 95 - I am fitter to meet death than thou art," answered the Disinherited Knight ; for by this name the stranger had recorded himself in the books of the tourney. "Then take your place in the lists," said BoisGuilbert, "and look your last upon the sun; for this night thou shalt sleep in paradise.
الصفحة 263 - Rebecca again looked forth, and almost immediately exclaimed, "Holy prophets of the law! Front-de-Boeuf and the Black Knight fight hand to hand on the breach, amid the roar of their followers, who watch the progress of the strife Heaven strike with the cause of the oppressed and of the captive!" She then uttered a loud shriek, and exclaimed, "He is down! - he is down!" "Who is down?" cried Ivanhoe; "for our dear Lady's sake, tell me which has fallen?" "The Black Knight/' answered Rebecca, faintly;...
الصفحة 24 - French was the language of honour, of chivalry, and even of justice, while the far more manly and expressive Anglo-Saxon was abandoned to the use of rustics and hinds, who knew no other.
الصفحة 275 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.