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الصفحة 8
... Cedric of Rotherwood . " Beside the swineherd , for such was Gurth's occupation , was seated , upon one of the fallen Druidical monuments , a person about ten years younger in appearance , and whose 10 dress , though resembling his ...
... Cedric of Rotherwood . " Beside the swineherd , for such was Gurth's occupation , was seated , upon one of the fallen Druidical monuments , a person about ten years younger in appearance , and whose 10 dress , though resembling his ...
الصفحة 11
... Cedric , he hath done the work of a man in standing in the gap ; but Regi- nald Front - de - Boeuf is coming down to this country in per- son , and we shall soon see how little Cedric's trouble will avail him . Here , here , " he ...
... Cedric , he hath done the work of a man in standing in the gap ; but Regi- nald Front - de - Boeuf is coming down to this country in per- son , and we shall soon see how little Cedric's trouble will avail him . Here , here , " he ...
الصفحة 20
... Cedric , " answered the Prior ; " Cedric the Saxon . - Tell me , good fellow , are we near his dwelling , and can you show us the road ? " " The road will be uneasy to find , " answered Gurth , who broke silence for the first time ...
... Cedric , " answered the Prior ; " Cedric the Saxon . - Tell me , good fellow , are we near his dwelling , and can you show us the road ? " " The road will be uneasy to find , " answered Gurth , who broke silence for the first time ...
الصفحة 21
... Cedric the Saxon's ; you cannot be ignorant of it , and it is your duty to direct the wanderer even when his character is less sanctified than ours . " " In truth , venerable father , " answered the Jester , " the Saracen head of your ...
... Cedric the Saxon's ; you cannot be ignorant of it , and it is your duty to direct the wanderer even when his character is less sanctified than ours . " " In truth , venerable father , " answered the Jester , " the Saracen head of your ...
الصفحة 23
... Cedric the Saxon ; and makes a boast of his belonging to a people from whom many others endeavour to hide their ... Cedric . " " Cedric is not her father , " replied the Prior , " and is but of remote relation ; she is descended from ...
... Cedric the Saxon ; and makes a boast of his belonging to a people from whom many others endeavour to hide their ... Cedric . " " Cedric is not her father , " replied the Prior , " and is but of remote relation ; she is descended from ...
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Abbot answered armour arms Athelstane attendants Beaumanoir beauty Black Knight blood Bracy Brian de Bois-Guilbert brother canst castle Cedric champion Christian companion Coningsburgh Copmanhurst daughter Disinherited Knight England exclaimed eyes fair father fear Fitzurse forest Friar Front-de-Boeuf Grand Master Gurth hand hath head heart Heaven hermit Holy Holy Order honour horse Isaac Ivanhoe Jester Jewess King knave Knights Templars knowest Lady Rowena lance lists Locksley look maiden Malvoisin Motto noble Norman numbers Order outlaws Preceptor present priest Prince John Prior Aymer prisoner ransom Rebecca replied reverend Richard Richard Plantagenet Saint Saint Dunstan Saint George Saracens Saxon Scott Scott's note seemed Sir Knight squire sword tell Templar Temple Templestowe thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thyself valour voice Waldemar Wamba Wilfred wine wounded yeoman yonder zecchins ΙΟ
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الصفحة 318 - 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 318 - 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.
الصفحة 164 - 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 303 - I see him not," said Rebecca. "Foul craven!" exclaimed Ivanhoe; "does he blench from the helm when the wind blows highest ? " "He blenches not ! he blenches not !
الصفحة 303 - He blenches not! — he blenches not!" said Rebecca, "I see him now, he leads a body of men close under the outer barrier of the barbican. 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!
الصفحة 146 - 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 fivescore 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 300 - 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," answered Rebecca.
الصفحة 11 - Nay, I can tell you more," said Wamba, in the same tone; " there is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet, while he is under the charge of serfs and bondsmen such as thou, but becomes Beef, a fiery French gallant, when he arrives before the worshipful jaws that are destined to consume him. Mynheer Calf, too, becomes Monsieur de Veau in the like manner; he is Saxon when he requires tendance, and takes a Norman name, when he becomes matter of enjoyment.
الصفحة 6 - ... beeches, hollies, and copsewood of various descriptions, so closely as totally to intercept the level beams of the sinking sun ; in others they receded from each other, forming those long, sweeping vistas, in the intricacy of which the eye delights to lose itself, while imagination considers them as the paths to yet wilder scenes of sylvan solitude.
الصفحة 500 - 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.