Ivanhoe: A RomanceHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1895 - 348 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 45
... Isaac of York ; is it fit I should marshal him into the hall ? " " Let Gurth do thine office , Oswald , " said Wamba , with his usual effrontery ; " the swineherd will be a fit usher to the Jew . " " Saint Mary ! " said the Abbot ...
... Isaac of York ; is it fit I should marshal him into the hall ? " " Let Gurth do thine office , Oswald , " said Wamba , with his usual effrontery ; " the swineherd will be a fit usher to the Jew . " " Saint Mary ! " said the Abbot ...
الصفحة 47
... Isaac drew near them , curled up their whiskers with indignation , and laid their hands on their poniards , as if ready to rid them- selves by the most desperate means from the apprehended contamination of his nearer approach . Probably ...
... Isaac drew near them , curled up their whiskers with indignation , and laid their hands on their poniards , as if ready to rid them- selves by the most desperate means from the apprehended contamination of his nearer approach . Probably ...
الصفحة 54
... Isaac the Jew , as he passed him in the throng , " dost thou bend thy course to the tournament ? " " I do so propose , " replied Isaac , bowing in all humil- ity , " if it please your reverend valor . " 66 ' Ay , " said the Knight ...
... Isaac the Jew , as he passed him in the throng , " dost thou bend thy course to the tournament ? " " I do so propose , " replied Isaac , bowing in all humil- ity , " if it please your reverend valor . " 66 ' Ay , " said the Knight ...
الصفحة 55
... Isaac the Jew's . Anwold , " said he to the torchbearer , 66 carry the Pilgrim to the southern cell . I give you good - night , " he added , " Sir Palmer , with small thanks for short courtesy . " 1 A room exposed to the sun , at the ...
... Isaac the Jew's . Anwold , " said he to the torchbearer , 66 carry the Pilgrim to the southern cell . I give you good - night , " he added , " Sir Palmer , with small thanks for short courtesy . " 1 A room exposed to the sun , at the ...
الصفحة 59
... Isaac the Jew , lifting the latch as gently as he could . The inmate was lying in troubled slumber upon a couch similar to that on which the Palmer himself had passed the night . Such parts of his dress as the Jew had laid aside on the ...
... Isaac the Jew , lifting the latch as gently as he could . The inmate was lying in troubled slumber upon a couch similar to that on which the Palmer himself had passed the night . Such parts of his dress as the Jew had laid aside on the ...
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answered armor arms Athelstane attendants battle Beaumanoir beauty Black Knight blood Bracy Brian de Bois-Guilbert brother called canst castle Cedric champion CHAPTER Christian cnichts companion Copmanhurst daughter death Disinherited Knight England exclaimed eyes fair fate father fear Fitzurse fool forest Friar Front-de Front-de-Bœuf Grand Master Gurth hand hath head heart Heaven hermit holy holy Order honor horse Isaac Ivanhoe Jester Jewess King knave Knight Templar knowest Lady Rowena lance lists Locksley look maiden Malvoisin noble Norman numbers Order outlaw Preceptor present priest Prince John Prior Aymer prisoner ransom Rebecca replied reverend Richard Richard Plantagenet 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 tion tournament valor voice Waldemar Wamba Wilfred wine wounded yeoman yonder zecchins
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الصفحة 519 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress and a dubious hand ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
الصفحة 435 - But, present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And...
الصفحة 436 - ... 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 315 - 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 169 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
الصفحة 149 - Sith it be no better,' said Locksley, 'I am content to try my fortune; on condition that when I have shot two shafts at yonder mark of Hubert's, he shall be bound to shoot one at that which I shall propose.
الصفحة 89 - The knights are dust. And their good swords are rust, Their souls are with the saints, we trust.
الصفحة 93 - At length, as the Saracenic music of the challengers concluded one of those long and high flourishes with which they had broken the silence of the lists, it was answered by a solitary trumpet, which breathed a note of defiance from the northern extremity. All eyes were turned to see the new champion which these sounds announced, and no sooner were the barriers opened than he paced into the lists. As far as could be judged of a man sheathed in...
الصفحة 152 - ... multitude awaited the event in breathless silence. The archer vindicated their opinion of his skill: his arrow split the willow rod against which it was aimed. A jubilee of acclamations followed; and even Prince John, in admiration of Locksley's skill, lost for an instant his dislike to his person. 'These twenty nobles...
الصفحة 435 - When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen, And Zion's daughters poured their lays, With priest's and warrior's voice between.