Ivanhoe. By the author of 'Waverley'.

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Sivu 281 - 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.
Sivu 91 - 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...
Sivu 77 - they bear themselves right yeomanly — the Black Knight approaches the postern with his huge axe — the thundering blows which he deals you may hear them above all the din and shouts of the battle— Stones and beams are hailed down on the bold champion — he regards them no more than if they were thistle-down or feathers !" " By Saint John of Acre," said Ivanhoe, raising himself joyfully on his couch, " methoiight there was but one man in England that might do such a deed." "The postern gate...
Sivu 76 - Knight," answered Rebecca, faintly ; then instantly again shouted, with joyful eagerness, "but no ! but no...
Sivu 75 - That cannot endure," said Ivanhoe; "if they press not right on to carry the castle by pure force of arms, the archery may avail but little against stone walls and bulwarks. Look for the knight of the fetterlock, fair Rebecca, and see how he bears himself; for as the leader is, so will his followers be." "I see him not,
Sivu 196 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone: Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own.
Sivu 74 - And 1 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.
Sivu 196 - ... to translate into English. When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out of the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame.
Sivu 75 - 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.
Sivu 76 - Front-de-Boeuf!" answered the Jewess; "his men rush to the rescue, headed by the haughty Templar - their united force compels the champion to pause - They drag Front-de-Boeuf within the walls." "The assailants have won the barriers, have they not?

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