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Pagina 8
... live here in the wilder- ness upon roots and rinds , and may not receive into my dwelling even the poorest wretch that lives , unless it were to save his life . ” The King inquires the way to the next town , and , understanding it is by ...
... live here in the wilder- ness upon roots and rinds , and may not receive into my dwelling even the poorest wretch that lives , unless it were to save his life . ” The King inquires the way to the next town , and , understanding it is by ...
Pagina 17
... live in . No fascination has ever been attached to Oriental literature , equal to that produced by Mr Galland's first translation of the Arabian Tales ; in which , retaining on the one hand the splendour of Eastern costume , and on the ...
... live in . No fascination has ever been attached to Oriental literature , equal to that produced by Mr Galland's first translation of the Arabian Tales ; in which , retaining on the one hand the splendour of Eastern costume , and on the ...
Pagina 28
... lives , and is in the charge of a Saxon slave , she goes by her Saxon name ; but becomes a Norman , and is called pork , when she is carried to the Castle - hall to feast among the nobles ; what dost thou think of this , friend Gurth ...
... lives , and is in the charge of a Saxon slave , she goes by her Saxon name ; but becomes a Norman , and is called pork , when she is carried to the Castle - hall to feast among the nobles ; what dost thou think of this , friend Gurth ...
Pagina 95
... live the Lady Rowena , the chosen and lawful Queen of Love and of Beauty ! " To which many in the lower area added , " Long live the Saxon Princess ! long live the race of the immor- tal Alfred ! " However unacceptable these sounds ...
... live the Lady Rowena , the chosen and lawful Queen of Love and of Beauty ! " To which many in the lower area added , " Long live the Saxon Princess ! long live the race of the immor- tal Alfred ! " However unacceptable these sounds ...
Pagina 101
... lives , " answered Rebecca , " and the God of our fathers has since blessed your store and your gettings . " 66 Ay , " answered Isaac , " but if the tyrant lays hold on them as he did to - day , and compels me to smile while he is ...
... lives , " answered Rebecca , " and the God of our fathers has since blessed your store and your gettings . " 66 Ay , " answered Isaac , " but if the tyrant lays hold on them as he did to - day , and compels me to smile while he is ...
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Abbot answered armour arms Athelstane attendants 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 England exclaimed eyes fair fate father favour fear forest Friar Friar Tuck Front-de-Boeuf Grand Master guest Gurth hand hath head heart Heaven hermit holy holy Order honour horse Isaac Ivanhoe Jester Jewess King knave 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 Saint Saint Dunstan Saracens Saxon seemed shew Sir Knight squire St Dunstan steed sword tell Templar Templestowe thee thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thyself trust valour voice Waldemar Fitzurse Wamba Wilfred wine wounded yeoman zecchins
Populaire passages
Pagina 140 - 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.
Pagina 254 - 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 25 - Hundreds of broad-headed, shortstemmed, wide-branched oaks, which had witnessed perhaps the stately march of the 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...
Pagina 243 - Knight," answered Rebecca, faintly: then instantly again shouted with joyful eagerness — "But no — but no!
Pagina 245 - all about him is black as the wing of the night raven. Nothing can I spy that can mark him further — but having once seen him put forth his strength in battle, methinks I could know him again among a thousand warriors. He rushes to the fray as if he were summoned to a banquet. There is more than mere strength, there seems as if the whole soul and spirit of the champion were given to every blow which he deals upon his enemies. God assoilzie him of the sin of bloodshed I — it is fearful, yet magnificent,...
Pagina 127 - 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 23 - IN that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.
Pagina 243 - I see him not," said Rebecca. "Foul craven!" exclaimed Ivanhoe: "does he blench from the helm when the wind blows highest?
Pagina 287 - I'll tell thee what, my friend, He is a very serpent in my way ; And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread, He lies before me : dost thou understand me ? Thou art his keeper.
Pagina 329 - And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light.