Waverley Novels ...: IvanhoeBlack, 1853 |
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Pagina 27
... look and demeanour . That of the serf , or bondsman , was sad and sullen ; his aspect was bent on the ground with an ... looks of Wamba , on the other hand , indicated , as usual with his class , a sort of vacant curiosity , and fidgetty ...
... look and demeanour . That of the serf , or bondsman , was sad and sullen ; his aspect was bent on the ground with an ... looks of Wamba , on the other hand , indicated , as usual with his class , a sort of vacant curiosity , and fidgetty ...
Pagina 38
... look on Rowena , whom he cherishes with the most jealous care ; an he take the least alarm in that quarter , we are but lost men . It is said he banished his only son from his family for lifting his eyes in the way of affection towards ...
... look on Rowena , whom he cherishes with the most jealous care ; an he take the least alarm in that quarter , we are but lost men . It is said he banished his only son from his family for lifting his eyes in the way of affection towards ...
Pagina 42
... looks and waited the com- mands of the Saxon dignitary . Two or three servants of a supe- rior order stood behind their master upon the dais ; the rest occupied the lower part of the hall . Other attendants there were of a different ...
... looks and waited the com- mands of the Saxon dignitary . Two or three servants of a supe- rior order stood behind their master upon the dais ; the rest occupied the lower part of the hall . Other attendants there were of a different ...
Pagina 44
... looks downward , and appeared to be absorbed in melancholy reflection . Wused - From his musing , Cedric was suddenly awakened by the blast of a horn , which was replied to by the clamorous yells and barking of all the dogs in the hall ...
... looks downward , and appeared to be absorbed in melancholy reflection . Wused - From his musing , Cedric was suddenly awakened by the blast of a horn , which was replied to by the clamorous yells and barking of all the dogs in the hall ...
Pagina 45
... Look after their horses and mules , and see their train lack nothing . Let them have change of vestments if they require it , and fire , and water to wash , and wine and ale ; and bid the cooks add what they hastily can to our evening ...
... Look after their horses and mules , and see their train lack nothing . Let them have change of vestments if they require it , and fire , and water to wash , and wine and ale ; and bid the cooks add what they hastily can to our evening ...
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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.