Waverley Novels: IvanhoeG. Routledge, 1877 |
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Abbot ancient answered armour arms Athelstane attendants Beaumanoir beauty betwixt Black Knight blood Bracy Brian de Bois-Guilbert brother called canst castle Cedric champion Christian cloth Coloured companion Coningsburgh crown daughter death Disinherited Knight England exclaimed eyes fair fate father favour Fcap fear forest Friar Friar Tuck Front-de-Bœuf Grand Master Gurth hand hath head heart Heaven hermit holy holy Order honour horse Isaac Ivanhoe Jester Jewess King knave Knight Templar knowest Lady Rowena lance lists Locksley look maiden Malvoisin noble Norman numbers Order outlaws Preceptor present priest Prince John Prior Aymer prisoner ransom Rebecca replied reverend Richard Richard Plantagenet Rotherwood Saint Saint Dunstan Saracens Saxon seemed Sir Knight squire steed sword tell Templar Templestowe thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thyself valour voice Wamba Wilfred wine wounded yeoman yonder zecchins
Populaire passages
Pagina 357 - 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.
Pagina 138 - 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 centre 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 for ever!' 'Thou canst not mend that shot, Locksley,' said the Prince, with an insulting...
Pagina 262 - And I must lie here like a bedridden monk," exclaimed Ivanhoe, " while the game that gives me freedom or death is played out by the hand of others !— 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.
Pagina 136 - One by one the archers, stepping forward, delivered their shafts yeomanlike and bravely. Of twenty-four arrows, shot in succession, ten were fixed in the target, and the others ranged so near it, that, considering the distance of the mark, it was accounted good archery. Of the ten shafts which hit the target, two within the inner ring were shot by Hubert, a forester in the service of Malvoisin, who was accordingly pronounced victorious.
Pagina 106 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.
Pagina 94 - Disinherited. He was mounted on a gallant black horse, and as he passed through the lists he gracefully saluted the Prince and the ladies by lowering his lance. The dexterity with which he managed his steed, and something of youthful grace which he displayed in his manner, won him the...
Pagina 95 - I am fitter to meet death than thou art," answered the Disinherited Knight ; for by this name the stranger had recorded himself in the books of the tourney. "Then take your place in the lists," said BoisGuilbert, "and look your last upon the sun; for this night thou shalt sleep in paradise.
Pagina 263 - Rebecca again looked forth, and almost immediately exclaimed, "Holy prophets of the law! Front-de-Boeuf and the Black Knight fight hand to hand on the breach, amid the roar of their followers, who watch the progress of the strife Heaven strike with the cause of the oppressed and of the captive!" She then uttered a loud shriek, and exclaimed, "He is down! - he is down!" "Who is down?" cried Ivanhoe; "for our dear Lady's sake, tell me which has fallen?" "The Black Knight/' answered Rebecca, faintly;...
Pagina 24 - French was the language of honour, of chivalry, and even of justice, while the far more manly and expressive Anglo-Saxon was abandoned to the use of rustics and hinds, who knew no other.
Pagina 275 - 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.