IvanhoeAmerican Book Company, 1904 - 551 من الصفحات |
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... Gurth , the son of Beowulph , is the born thrall1 of 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 ...
... Gurth , the son of Beowulph , is the born thrall1 of 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 ...
الصفحة 9
... in mud , lay stretched at their ease , alto- gether regardless of the voice of their keeper . " The curse of St. Withold upon them and upon me ! " said Gurth ; " if 40 the two - legged wolf snap not up some of Ivanhoe 9.
... in mud , lay stretched at their ease , alto- gether regardless of the voice of their keeper . " The curse of St. Withold upon them and upon me ! " said Gurth ; " if 40 the two - legged wolf snap not up some of Ivanhoe 9.
الصفحة 10
... Gurth , " and the mother of mischief confound the Ranger of the Forest , that cuts the foreclaws off our dogs , and makes them unfit for their trade ! Wamba , up and help me an thou beest a man ; take a turn round the back o ' the hill ...
... Gurth , " and the mother of mischief confound the Ranger of the Forest , that cuts the foreclaws off our dogs , and makes them unfit for their trade ! Wamba , up and help me an thou beest a man ; take a turn round the back o ' the hill ...
الصفحة 11
... Gurth , ha ? " " It is but too true doctrine , friend Wamba , however it got into thy fool's pate . " 66 5 Nay , I can tell you more , " said Wamba , in the same tone ; " there is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet ...
... Gurth , ha ? " " It is but too true doctrine , friend Wamba , however it got into thy fool's pate . " 66 5 Nay , I can tell you more , " said Wamba , in the same tone ; " there is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet ...
الصفحة 12
... Gurth , “ after having led me on to speak so much at disadvantage ? " " Betray thee ! " answered the Jester ; " no , that were the trick of a wise man ; a fool cannot half so well help 5 himself - but soft , whom have we here ? " he ...
... Gurth , “ after having led me on to speak so much at disadvantage ? " " Betray thee ! " answered the Jester ; " no , that were the trick of a wise man ; a fool cannot half so well help 5 himself - but soft , whom have we here ? " he ...
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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.