Ivanhoe: A Romance

American Book Company, 1899 - 488 ページ

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The tenth book in Scott's series of historical novels. Anthony Trollope rates Ivanhoe as one of the greatest ever novels, up there with Pride and Prejudice and others. I'm afraid I don't agree. It is ... レビュー全文を読む

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Sir Walter Scott’s 1819 novel, Ivanhoe, tells the story of Wilfred of Ivanhoe, a Saxon knight in the twelfth century. Ivanhoe was disinherited by his father, Cedric of Rotherwood, for supporting the ... レビュー全文を読む

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396 ページ - 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...
282 ページ - 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 win-dow 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.
280 ページ - 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 armor, 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.
284 ページ - ... 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, "methought there was but one man in England that might do such a deed!" "The postern gate shakes/' continued Rebecca; "it crashes - it is splintered by his blows - they rush in - the outwork is won -...
146 ページ - Hubert, a forester in the service of Malvoisin, who was accordingly pronounced victorious. " Now, Locksley," said Prince John to the bold yeoman, with a bitter smile, " wilt thou try conclusions with Hubert, or wilt thou yield up bow, baldric, and quiver, to the Provost of the sports ?" " Sith it be no better," said Locksley, " I am content to try my fortune ; on condition that when I have shot two shafts at yonder mark of Hubert's, he shall be bound to shoot one at that which I shall propose."
4 ページ - Anglo-Saxon, in which they could render themselves mutually intelligible to each other ; and from this necessity arose by degrees the structure of our present English language, in which the speech of the victors and the vanquished have been so happily blended together ; and which has since been so richly improved by importations from the classical languages, and from those spoken by the southern nations of Europe.
92 ページ - Have you confessed yourself, brother," said the Templar, " and have you heard mass this morning, that you peril your life so frankly?" "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.
89 ページ - Front-de-Boeuf rolled on the ground. The antagonist of Grantmesnil, instead of bearing his lance-point fair against the crest or the shield of his enemy, swerved so much from the direct line as to break the weapon athwart the person of his opponent — a circumstance which was accounted more disgraceful than that of being actually unhorsed...
281 ページ - 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. God of Zion protect us ! What a dreadful sight ! Those who advance first bear huge shields, and defences made of plank ; the others follow, bending their bows as they come on. They raise their bows ! God of Moses, forgive the creatures thou hast made...
10 ページ - ... wherefore, Gurth, I advise thee to call off Fangs, and leave the herd to their destiny, which, whether they meet with bands of travelling soldiers, or of outlaws, or of wandering pilgrims, can be little else than to be converted into Normans before morning, to thy no small ease and comfort.