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الصفحة xiv
... fears of the cottager who lived beneath its branches . He loved his country , not merely or mainly for its hills and streams , but because it was the home of men whose history he loved to read . With this love of living things his ...
... fears of the cottager who lived beneath its branches . He loved his country , not merely or mainly for its hills and streams , but because it was the home of men whose history he loved to read . With this love of living things his ...
الصفحة 15
... fear , upon strangers . High features , naturally strong and powerfully expressive , had been burnt almost into negro blackness by constant exposure to the tropical sun , and 10 might , in their ordinary state , be said to slumber after ...
... fear , upon strangers . High features , naturally strong and powerfully expressive , had been burnt almost into negro blackness by constant exposure to the tropical sun , and 10 might , in their ordinary state , be said to slumber after ...
الصفحة 24
... fear of his expel- 25 ling us by violence , myself and squires , with Hamlet and Abdalla , will warrant you against that disgrace . Doubt not that we shall be strong enough to make good our quarters . " " We must not let it come so far ...
... fear of his expel- 25 ling us by violence , myself and squires , with Hamlet and Abdalla , will warrant you against that disgrace . Doubt not that we shall be strong enough to make good our quarters . " " We must not let it come so far ...
الصفحة 31
... fear or control— " what , in the name of ten devils , keeps Gurth so long 20 a - field ? I suppose we shall have an evil account of the herd ; he was wont to be a faithful and cautious drudge , and I have destined him for something ...
... fear or control— " what , in the name of ten devils , keeps Gurth so long 20 a - field ? I suppose we shall have an evil account of the herd ; he was wont to be a faithful and cautious drudge , and I have destined him for something ...
الصفحة 34
... fear of earth nor awe of heaven . So say the few warriors 15 who have returned from Palestine . Well ; it is but for one night ; he shall be welcome too . Oswald , broach the oldest wine - cask ; place the best mead , the mightiest ale ...
... fear of earth nor awe of heaven . So say the few warriors 15 who have returned from Palestine . Well ; it is but for one night ; he shall be welcome too . Oswald , broach the oldest wine - cask ; place the best mead , the mightiest ale ...
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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.