Ivanhoe;: A Romance, المجلد 1

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Archibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; and Hurst, Robinson, and Company 90, Cheapside, London., 1820 - 374 من الصفحات
The classic epic of chivalry and courtly love features the disinherited knight Ivanhoe, his fair lady Rowena, and such larger-than-life characters as Richard the Lion-Hearted and Robin Hood. This novel of the Crusades, chivalry, and courtly love not only recreates history, but made history as well.

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الصفحة 271 - Now, Locksley," said Prince John to the bold yeoman, with a bitter smile, " wilt thou try conclusions with Hubert, or wilt thou yield up bow, baldric, and quiver, to the Provost of the sports ?" " Sith it be no better," said Locksley, " I am content to try my fortune ; on condition that when I have shot two shafts at yonder mark of Hubert's, he shall be bound to shoot one at that which I shall propose." " That is but fair," answered Prince John, " and it shall not be refused thee.
الصفحة 159 - Grantmesnil, instead of bearing his lance-point fair against the crest or the shield of his enemy, swerved so much from the direct line as to break the weapon athwart the person of his opponent — a circumstance which was accounted more disgraceful than that of being actually unhorsed...
الصفحة 273 - Thus exhorted, Hubert resumed his place, and not neglecting the caution which he had received from his adversary, he made the necessary allowance for a very light air of wind, which had just arisen, and shot so successfully that his arrow alighted in the very center of the target. "A Hubert ! a Hubert ! " shouted the populace, more interested in a known person than in a stranger. " In the clout ! In the clout ! A Hubert forever ! " "Thou canst not mend that shot, Locksley," said the Prince, with...
الصفحة 158 - 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 274 - said Locksley, " I crave your grace's permission to plant such a mark as is used in the north country ; and welcome every brave yeoman who shall try a shot at it to win a smile from the bonny lass he loves best. " — He then turned to leave the lists. " Let your guards attend me, " he said, " if you please — I go but to cu^ a rod from the next willow bush.
الصفحة 169 - A few minutes' pause having been allowed, that the combatants and their horses might recover breath, Prince John with his truncheon signed to the trumpets to sound the onset. The champions a second time sprung from their stations, and closed in the centre of the lists, with the same speed, the same dexterity, the same violence, but not the same equal fortune as before.
الصفحة 10 - Sheffield whittle. The man had no covering upon his head, which was only defended by his own thick hair, matted and twisted together, and scorched by the influence of the sun into a rusty...
الصفحة 17 - thou speakest but sad truths; little is left to us but the air we breathe, and that appears to have been reserved with much hesitation, solely for the purpose of enabling us to endure the tasks they lay upon our shoulders. The finest and the fattest is for their board; the loveliest is for their couch; the best and bravest supply their foreign masters with soldiers, and whiten distant lands with their bones, leaving few here who have either will or the power to protect the unfortunate Saxon.
الصفحة xix - ... that extensive neutral ground, the large proportion, that is, of manners and sentiments which are common to us and to our ancestors, having been handed down unaltered from them to us, or which, arising out of the principles of our common nature, must have existed alike in either state of society.
الصفحة 269 - And how if I refuse to shoot on such a wager •" said the yeoman. — " Your Grace's power, supported, as it is, by so many men-at-arms, may indeed easily strip and scourge me, but cannot compel me to bend or to draw my bow.

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