Ivanhoe: A Romance

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Ginn & Company, 1900 - 530 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 331 - 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 168 - 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 522 - 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 315 - Knight," answered Rebecca, faintly; then instantly again shouted with joyful eagerness — "But no — but no ! the name of the Lord of Hosts be blessed ! he is on foot again, and fights as if there were twenty men's strength in his single arm. His sword is broken — he snatches an axe from a yeoman — he presses Front-de-Bceuf with blow on blow. The giant stoops and totters like an oak under the steel of the woodman — he falls — he falls !
الصفحة 148 - and in the land where he was bred, men would as soon take for their mark King Arthur's round table, which held sixty Knights around it. A child of seven years old," he said, " might hit yonder target with a headless shaft ; but," added he, walking deliberately to the other end of the lists, and sticking the willow wand upright in the ground, " he that hits that rod at five-score yards, I call him an archer fit to bear both bow and quiver before a king, an it were the stout king Richard himself.
الصفحة 314 - Rebecca ?" again demanded the wounded knight. "Nothing but the cloud of arrows flying so thick as to dazzle mine eyes, and to hide the bowmen who shoot them." "That cannot endure," said Ivanhoe; " if they press not right on to carry the castle by pure force of arms, the archery may avail but little against stone walls and bulwarks. Look for the knight of the fetterlock, fair Rebecca, and see how he hears himself; for as the leader is, so will his followers be.
الصفحة 9 - And swine is good Saxon," said the jester. "But how call you the sow when she is flayed and drawn and quartered, and hung up by the heels like a traitor? " v" answered the swineherd. "I am very glad every fool knows that, too," said Wamba ; " and pork, I think, is good Norman-French.
الصفحة 314 - 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 ! — Frontde-Boeuf heads the defenders; I see his gigantic form above the press.
الصفحة 87 - The knights are dust, And their good swords are rust, Their souls are with the saints, we trust.'* Their escutcheons have long mouldered from the walls of their castles.
الصفحة 1 - IN that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.

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