Waverly Novels: IvanhoeA. and C. Black, 1879 |
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الصفحة 15
... heart more devoted to the lady of his love than Brian de Bois - Guilbert . She , the daughter of a petty baron , who boasted for all his domains but a ruinous tower , and an unproductive vineyard , and some few leagues of the barren ...
... heart more devoted to the lady of his love than Brian de Bois - Guilbert . She , the daughter of a petty baron , who boasted for all his domains but a ruinous tower , and an unproductive vineyard , and some few leagues of the barren ...
الصفحة 19
... heart indeed checked her , as if , even in communing with the Deity in prayer , she mingled in her devotions the recollection of one with whose fate hers could have no alliance - a Nazarene , and an enemy to her faith . But the petition ...
... heart indeed checked her , as if , even in communing with the Deity in prayer , she mingled in her devotions the recollection of one with whose fate hers could have no alliance - a Nazarene , and an enemy to her faith . But the petition ...
الصفحة 38
... hearts to this last action , since better it is we should die like men , than live like slaves . " " I am ready , " answered Athelstane , " to stand the worst of their malice , and shall walk to my death with as much composure as ever I ...
... hearts to this last action , since better it is we should die like men , than live like slaves . " " I am ready , " answered Athelstane , " to stand the worst of their malice , and shall walk to my death with as much composure as ever I ...
الصفحة 42
... heart might make amends for a weaker head - I will save you , or return and die with you . The royal blood of our Saxon kings shall not be spilt while mine beats in my veins ; nor shall one hair fall from the head of the kind knave who ...
... heart might make amends for a weaker head - I will save you , or return and die with you . The royal blood of our Saxon kings shall not be spilt while mine beats in my veins ; nor shall one hair fall from the head of the kind knave who ...
الصفحة 48
... heart , as it breathed a requiem for his soul , and those of his valiant sons , forgot not in their prayers the murdered Ulrica while all mourned and honoured the dead , thou hast lived to merit our hate and execration— lived to unite ...
... heart , as it breathed a requiem for his soul , and those of his valiant sons , forgot not in their prayers the murdered Ulrica while all mourned and honoured the dead , thou hast lived to merit our hate and execration— lived to unite ...
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accursed answered Cedric answered Rebecca answered the Templar arms Athelstane Aymer barbican battlements Beaumanoir Black Knight blood Bracy brethren Brian de Bois-Guilbert brother castle champion Christian cnichts companion Coningsburgh Conrade damsel daughter death deed defend evil exclaimed fear Fitzurse fool Friar Front-de Front-de-Bœuf Grand Master Gurth hand hast thou hath head heart Heaven hither holy holy Order honour horse Isaac of York Ivanhoe Jester Jewess Jorvaulx knave knowest Lady Rowena lance Locksley look maiden Malvoisin monk noble Cedric Norman numbers Order Outlaw Pax vobiscum postern Preceptor priest Prince John Prior prisoner ransom Rebecca Reginald reverend father Richard Richard Plantagenet Rotherwood Saint Saint Dennis Saint Dunstan Saint George Saxon Sir Knight squire sword Temple Templestowe thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thyself Torquil Ulrica Urfried voice Waldemar Wamba Wilfred wounded wretch yeoman yonder
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الصفحة 64 - 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 47 - But I have griefs of other kind, Troubles and sorrows more severe ; Give me to ease my tortured mind, \ Lend to my woes a patient ear ; And let me, if I may not find A friend to help— find one to hear.
الصفحة 213 - THOU hast left them to their own. 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 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...
الصفحة 43 - Acre/' said Ivanhoe, raising himself joyfully on his couch, "methought there was but one man in England that might do such a deed!" "The postern gate shakes/' continued Rebecca; "it crashes - it is splintered by his blows - they rush in - the outwork is won - Oh, God!
الصفحة 213 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. 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 40 - 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." With patient courage, strengthened by the interval which she had employed in mental devotion, Rebecca again took post at the lattice, sheltering herself, however, so as not to be visible from beneath. 'What dost thou see, Rebecca?' again demanded the wounded knight. 'Nothing but the cloud of arrows flying so thick as to dazzle...
الصفحة 42 - 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...
الصفحة 38 - 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 212 - When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out of the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonish'd lands The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimson'd sands Return'd the fiery column's glow.
الصفحة 43 - The bridge — the bridge which communicates with the castle — have they won that pass?" exclaimed Ivanhoe. "No," replied Rebecca, "the Templar has destroyed the plank on which they crossed — few of the defenders escaped with him into the castle — the shrieks and cries which you hear tell the fate of the others — Alas! — I see it is still more difficult to look upon victory than upon battle.