Wilfred

Examples

• I would see your Saxon kindred together, Sir Wilfred, and become better acquainted with them than heretofore. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Gird up thy loins, and seek out this Wilfred, the son of Cedric. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Our friends, said Wilfred, will surely not abandon an enterprise so gloriously begun and so happily attained. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Wilfred, placing his foot on his breast, and the sword's point to his throat, commanded him to yield him, or die on the spot. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Use thine influence with me in his behalf, and he is safe,--refuse to employ it, Wilfred dies, and thou thyself art not the nearer to freedom. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Wilfred of Ivanhoe is wounded and a prisoner, and will perish in the burning castle without present help. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• I had not found thee, Wilfred, said the Black Knight, who at that instant entered the apartment, but for thy shouts. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• If thou be'st true knight, said Wilfred, think not of me--pursue yon ravisher--save the Lady Rowena--look to the noble Cedric! Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Macdonald The new comers were Wilfred of Ivanhoe, on the Prior of Botolph's palfrey, and Gurth, who attended him, on the Knight's own war-horse. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• The Lady Rowena cares not for me--she loves the little finger of my kinsman Wilfred's glove better than my whole person. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• I cannot doubt it, brave man, said Wilfred, since thou art of the number--But what mean these marks of death and danger? Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Let us therefore to horse and away--Wilfred has been impatient this hour. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Be of good courage, and do thou set forward to find out this Wilfred of Ivanhoe. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Sharers of Wilfred's dangers and adversity, they remained, as they had a right to expect, the partakers of his more prosperous career. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Thou hast fought for me an hundred times, Wilfred,--and I have seen it. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Yesterday he left Wilfred, my young master, in his blood. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Yet, my lord, answered Cedric, so it is with this Wilfred. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• The few of his followers who have returned have straggled hither like this Wilfred of Ivanhoe, beggared and broken men. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• One Nazarene warrior might indeed bear arms in my behalf, even Wilfred, son of Cedric, whom the Gentiles call Ivanhoe. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.

Typed by Agatha