IvanhoeRow, Peterson & Company, 1914 - Počet stran: 336 Relates the adventures of the Saxon knight Ivanhoe in 1194, the year of Richard the Lion-Hearted's return from the Third Crusade. |
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archers armor arms arrow Ashby asked Athelstane attendants baldric banquet barbican battlements beauty Black Knight blow brave Brian de Bois-Guilbert brother canst castle Cedric the Saxon champion CHAPTER combat cried daughter defenders Disinherited Knight dost dress England exclaimed father fear Fitzurse forest friar Front-de gallant Grand Master Gurth hall hand hath head hermit holy honor horse Hubert Isaac Jester Jewess Jorvaulx King Richard knave Knight Templar Lady Rowena lance lists Locksley looked maiden Malvoisin merry England noble Cedric Norman outlaws Palmer Prince John Prior Aymer prisoners ransom Rebecca Reginald Front-de-Boeuf Richard Coeur-de-Lion Richard Plantagenet Rotherwood servant shield shouted Sir Knight squire steed swineherd sword tell Templar Templestowe thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt throne thyself Torquilstone tournament turret Ulrica visor voice Waldemar Wamba Wilfred of Ivanhoe wounded yeoman YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Strana 336 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Strana 212 - Knight," answered Rebecca, faintly; then instantly again shouted with joyful eagerness - "But no - but no!
Strana 109 - These twenty nobles," he said, "which, with the bugle, thou hast fairly won, are thine own; we will make them fifty if thou wilt take livery and service with us as a yeoman of our bodyguard, and be near to our person. For never did so strong a hand bend a bow or so true an eye direct a shaft.
Strana 211 - He blenches not! He blenches not!" said Rebecca. "I see him now; he leads a body of men close under the outer barrier of the barbican. They pull down the piles and palisades; they hew down the barriers with axes. His high black plume floats abroad over the throng, like a raven over the field of the slain. They have made a breach in the barriers — they rush in — they are thrust back!
Strana 106 - ... deliberation, long measuring the distance with his eye, while he held in his hand his bended bow, with the arrow placed on the string. At length he made a step forward, and raising the bow at the full stretch of his left arm till the center or grasping-place was nigh level with his face, he drew his bowstring to his ear.
Strana 108 - ... 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.
Strana 212 - 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?
Strana 16 - but how call you the sow when she is flayed, and drawn, and quartered, and hung up by the heels, like a traitor?" "Pork," answered the swine-herd. "I am very glad every fool knows that too...
Strana 214 - The bridge - the bridge which communicates with the castle - have they won that pass?" exclaimed Ivanhoe. "No," replied Rebecca, "The Templar has destroyed the plank on which they crossed - few of the defenders escaped with him into the castle the shrieks and cries which you hear tell the fate of the others - Alas! I see it is still more difficult to look upon victory than upon battle/
Strana 68 - 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 Bois-Guilbert, " and look your last upon the sun ; for this night thou shalt sleep ;in paradise.