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Strana 146 - 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.
Strana 454 - 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 272 - 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!— Front-de-Boeuf heads the defenders; I see his gigantic form above the press.
Strana 271 - 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.
Strana 131 - ... 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 five-score 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 131 - I will crave your Grace's permission to plant such a mark as is used in the North Country; and welcome every brave yeoman who shall try a shot at it to win a smile from the bonny lass he loves best.' He then turned to leave the lists. 'Let your guards attend me,' he said, 'if you please; I go but to cut a rod from the next willow-bush.
Strana 131 - Locksley returned almost instantly with a willow wand about six feet in length, perfectly straight, and rather thicker than a man's thumb. He began to peel this with great composure, observing at the same time, that to ask a good woodsman to shoot at a target so broad as had hitherto been used was to put shame upon his skill.
Strana 275 - 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. Great God! hast Thou given men Thine own image that it should be thus cruelly defaced by the hands of their brethren!" "Think not of that," said Ivanhoe;...
Strana 380 - But, present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. 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.