Waverley Novels, المجلد 2Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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answered Rebecca armour arms Athelstane Aymer battle battlements Beaumanoir better Black Knight blood Bracy brethren Brian de Bois-Guilbert brother called castle champion Christian companion Coningsburgh Conrade damsel daughter death deed defend evil exclaimed eyes fate fear Fetterlock Fitzurse Friar Friar Tuck Front-de Front-de-Bœuf Grand Master Gurth hand hast thou hath head heart Heaven hither holy Order honour horse Isaac of York Ivanhoe Jester Jewess Jorvaulx King knave Lady Rowena lance Locksley look maiden Malvoisin monk Mont-Fitchet noble Athelstane Norman numbers Outlaw pray Preceptor priest Prince John Prior prisoner ransom Rebecca replied reverend father Richard Richard Plantagenet Rotherwood Saint Dunstan Saint George Saxon shew Sir Knight sword Templar Temple Templestowe thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thyself trust Ulrica Urfried valour voice Waldemar walls Wamba Wilfred of Ivanhoe word wounded yeoman yonder
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الصفحة 113 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility : But when the blast of war...
الصفحة 90 - Something resembling a bar of iron, and a padlock, painted blue, on the black shield." "A fetterlock and shacklebolt azure," said Ivanhoe. "I know not who may bear the device, but well I ween it might now be mine own. Canst thou not see the motto ? " . "Scarce the device itself at this distance," replied Rebecca; "but when the sun glances fair upon his shield, it shows as I tell you.
الصفحة 94 - exclaimed Rebecca — " and they press the besieged hard upon the outer wall ; some plant ladders, some swarm like bees, and endeavor to ascend upon the shoulders of each other — down go stones, beams, and trunks of trees upon their heads, and as fast as they bear the wounded to the rear, fresh men supply their places in the assault — Great God...
الصفحة 88 - Rebecca could observe, from the number of men placed for the defence of this post, that the besieged entertained apprehensions for its safety; and from the mustering of the assailants in a direction nearly opposite to the outwork, it seemed no less plain that it had been selected as a vulnerable point of attack. These appearances she hastily communicated to Ivanhoe, and added, "The skirts of the wood seem lined with archers, although only a few are advanced from its dark shadow.
الصفحة 93 - Front-de-Boeuf,' answered the Jewess; his men rush to the rescue, headed by the haughty Templar - their united force compels the champion to pause - They drag Front-de-Boeuf within the walls.' "The assailants have won the barriers, have they not?
الصفحة 93 - Front-de-Bceuf heads the defenders ; I see his gigantic form above the press. They throng again to the breach, and the pass is disputed hand to hand, and man to man. God of Jacob ! it is the meeting of two fierce tides — the conflict of two oceans moved by adverse winds ! " She turned her head from the lattice, as if unable longer to endure a sight so terrible.
الصفحة 94 - O men, if ye be indeed men, spare them that can resist no longer!" "The bridge - the bridge which communicates with the castle - have they won that pass?
الصفحة 92 - They pull down the piles and palisades. They hew down the barriers with axes. His high black plume floats abroad over the throng like a raven over the field of the slain. They have made a breach in the barriers — they rush in — they are thrust back ! Front-de-Boeuf heads the defenders : I see his gigantic form above the press.
الصفحة 244 - To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning, and a shining light! Our harps we left by Babel's streams, The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn; No censer round our altar beams, And mute our timbrel, trump, and horn.
الصفحة 88 - The skirts of the wood seem lined with archers, although only a few are advanced from its dark shadow. " "Under what banner?" asked Ivanhoe. " Under no ensign of war which I can observe,