The Waverley Novels, Volume 9A. and C. Black, 1893 |
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Abbot ancient answered armour arms Athelstane attendants battle Beaumanoir beauty betwixt Black Knight blood Bracy brethren Brian de Bois-Guilbert brother called canst castle Cedric champion Christian companion Coningsburgh Copmanhurst daughter death Disinherited Knight Dunstan England exclaimed eyes fair fate father favour 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 Jorvaulx King knave Knight Templar knowest Lady Rowena lance lists Locksley look maiden Malvoisin noble Norman numbers outlaw preceptor present priest Prince John Prior Aymer prisoner ransom Rebecca replied reverend Richard Richard Plantagenet Saracens Saxon seemed Sir Knight squire steed sword tell Templar Temple Templestowe thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thyself trust valour voice Wamba Wilfred wine wounded yeoman yonder zecchins
Populaire passages
Pagina 286 - 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...
Pagina 273 - 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: then instantly again shouted with joyful eagerness — "But no — but no!
Pagina 79 - At length, as the Saracenic music of the challengers concluded one of those long and high flourishes with which they had broken the silence of the lists, it was answered by a solitary trumpet, which breathed a note of defiance from the northern extremity. All eyes were turned to see the new champion which these sounds announced, and no sooner were the barriers opened than he paced into the lists.
Pagina 4 - Roman soldiery, flung their gnarled arms over a thick carpet of the most delicious greensward ; in some places they were intermingled with 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.
Pagina 93 - 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 129 - 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.
Pagina 273 - They have — they have!" exclaimed Rebecca; and they press the besieged hard upon the outer wall; some plant ladders, some swarm like bees, and endeavor to ascend upon the shoulders of each other; down go stones, beams, and trunks of trees upon their heads, and as fast as they bear the wounded to the rear, fresh men supply their places in the assault.
Pagina 76 - Front-de-Boeuf rolled on the ground. The antagonist of 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...
Pagina 269 - Thou knowest nought of it," said Wilfred, impatiently ; " this dead pause only shows that the men are at their posts on the walls, and expecting an instant attack; what we have heard was but the distant muttering of the storm : it will burst anon in all its fury. Could I but reach yonder window ! " " Thou wilt but injure thyself by the attempt, noble knight," replied his attendant. Observing his extreme solicitude, she firmly added, " I myself will stand at the lattice, and describe to you as I can...
Pagina 130 - but I have vowed, that if ever I take service, it should be with your royal brother King Richard. These twenty nobles I leave to Hubert, who has this day drawn as brave a bow as his grandsire did at Hastings. Had his modesty not refused the trial, he would have hit the wand as well as I.