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Abbot ancient appearance armour arms Ashby Athelstane attendants banquet beauty betwixt Bracy Brian de Bois-Guilbert brother castle Cedric the Saxon champion character chivalry churl companion Copmanhurst courtesy Disinherited Knight dogs dress Earl encounter England English eyes fair fate father favour fear fool forest Friar Friar Tuck Front-de-Bœuf gallant gold grace guest Gurth hall hand hath head herd hermit honour horse Isaac Isaac the Jew Ivanhoe Jester King Knight Templar Lady Rowena lance land language lists Locksley look lord master noble Norman numbers outlaws Palmer person Pilgrim pleasure Prince John Prior Aymer race Rebecca rendered replied Richard Saracens Saxon seat seemed shield side Sir Knight spectators squires St Dunstan steed sword Templar thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt tion tournament tribe of Benjamin turned victor voice Waldemar Fitzurse Wamba wine yeoman zecchins
Populiarios ištraukos
315 psl. - So strange, outrageous, and so variable, As the dog Jew did utter in the streets : ' My daughter ! O my ducats ! O my daughter ! Fled with a Christian ! O my Christian ducats ! Justice ! the law ! my ducats, and my daughter...
209 psl. - Let your guards attend me,' he said, 'if you please; I go but to cut a rod from the next willow-bush.
210 psl. - drew a good bow at the battle of Hastings, and never shot at such a mark in his life — and neither will I. If this yeoman can cleave that rod, I give him the bucklers...
124 psl. - The knights are dust, And their good swords are rust, Their souls are with the saints, we trust.'* Their escutcheons have long mouldered from the walls of their castles.
209 psl. - 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.
14 psl. - And swine is good Saxon," said the jester; "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 swineherd. "I am very glad every fool knows that...
6 psl. - French was the language of honour, of chivalry, and even of justice, while the far more manly and expressive Anglo-Saxon was abandoned to the use of rustics and hinds, who knew no other. Still, however, the necessary intercourse between the lords of the soil, and those oppressed inferior beings by whom that soil was cultivated, occasioned the gradual formation of a dialect, compounded betwixt the French and the Anglo-Saxon, in...
133 psl. - Templar aimed at the centre of his antagonist's shield, and struck it so fair and forcibly that his spear went to shivers, and the Disinherited Knight reeled in his saddle. On the other hand, that champion had, in the beginning of his career, directed the point of his lance...
137 psl. - And as in beauty she surpass'd the choir, So nobler than the rest was her attire; A crown of ruddy gold enclosed her brow, Plain without pomp, and rich without a show; A branch of Agnus Castus in her hand, She bore aloft her symbol of command.
235 psl. - 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.