Ivanhoe. By the 'author of Waverley'.

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Sivu 222 - 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.
Sivu 223 - 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 ! — Frontde-Boeuf heads the defenders; I see his gigantic form above the press.
Sivu 219 - A singular novelty," muttered the knight, " to advance to storm such a castle without pennon or banner displayed ! Seest thou who they be that act as leaders ? " " A knight, clad in sable armour, is the most conspicuous," said the Jewess ; "he alone is armed from head to heel, and seems to assume the direction of all around him.
Sivu 226 - 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...
Sivu 11 - 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.
Sivu 227 - 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 even- blow which he deals upon his enemies.
Sivu 220 - Her description was here suddenly interrupted by the signal for assault, which was given by the blast of a shrill bugle, and at once answered by a flourish of the Norman trumpets from the battlements, which, mingled with the deep and hollow clank of the nakers (a species of kettledrum), retorted in notes of defiance the challenge of the enemy.
Sivu 223 - I see him not,' said Rebecca. ' Foul craven ! ' exclaimed Ivanhoe ; ' does he blench from the helm when the wind blows highest ? ' ' 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...
Sivu 163 - But I have griefs of other kind, Troubles and sorrows more severe; Give me to ease my tortured mind, Lend to my woes a patient ear; And let me, if I may not find A friend to help - find one to hear.
Sivu 220 - None of mark and distinction that I can behold from this station," said Rebecca ; " but, doubtless, the other side of the castle is also assailed. They appear even now preparing to advance.

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