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Literary February 29, 1820

Richmond Enquirer

Richmond, Richmond County, Virginia

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Review praising Ivanhoe by Waverley author for evoking crusader era of religious zeal and chivalry, including specimen poem 'The Crusader's Return' of a knight singing to his lady upon return from Palestine.

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IVANHOE, by the author of Waverly, Rob Roy, Guy Mannering and the Antiquary.—The mighty unknown who is his Novels of Waverly. Antiquity. and Tales of My Landlord, has created a new era of writing, and on whose pages are stamped the spirit of genius, has presented to the world a new work, under the title of Ivanhoe. We have perused it with deep interest. It is indeed a Tale of other times, and carries us back to the days of the Crusaders ; when the zeal of religious feelings was attended with all the pride and pomp of glorious chivalry ; when the honors and comforts at home were sacrificed for a crusade to the Holy Land.—

The following is a specimen of the poetry of this work.

THE CRUSADER'S RETURN.

High deeds achieved of knightly fame,
From Palestine the champion came;
The cross upon his shoulders borne,
Battle and blast had dimmed and torn.
Each dint upon his battered shield
Was token of a foughten field;
And thus, beneath his lady's bower,
He sung, as fell the twilight hour:

"Joy to the fair! thy knight behold,
Returned from yonder land of gold;
No wealth he brings, nor wealth can need,
Save his good arms and battle steed.
His spurs to dash against the foe,
His lance and sword to lay him low;
Such all the trophies of his toil,
Such—and the hope of Jesu's smile.

Joy to the fair! whose constant knight
Her favor fired to feats of might;
Unnoted shall she not remain,
Where meet the bright and noble train;
Minstrel shall sing and herald tell—
Mark yonder maid of beauty well,
'Tis she for whose bright eyes was won
The listed field at Ascalon.

Note well her smile—it edged the blade,
Which aye turned widows' maids,
When, vain his strength and Mahound's spell,
Iconium's turbaned soldan fell.
Seest thou her locks, whose sunny glow
Half shows, half shades, her neck of snow;
Twines not of them one golden thread,
But for its sake a Paynim bled.

Joy to the fair—my name unknown,
Each deed, and all its praise, thine own;
Then, oh, unbar this churlish gate,
The night dew falls—the hour is late.
Inured to Syria's glowing breath,
I feel the north breeze chill as death;
Let grateful love quell maiden shame,
And grant him kiss who brings thee fame."

What sub-type of article is it?

Essay Poem

What themes does it cover?

War Peace Religious Love Romance

What keywords are associated?

Ivanhoe Waverley Crusaders Chivalry Knight Poetry Holy Land

What entities or persons were involved?

By The Author Of Waverly, Rob Roy, Guy Mannering And The Antiquary

Literary Details

Title

Ivanhoe

Author

By The Author Of Waverly, Rob Roy, Guy Mannering And The Antiquary

Subject

Tale Of Other Times, Days Of The Crusaders

Key Lines

High Deeds Achieved Of Knightly Fame, From Palestine The Champion Came; The Cross Upon His Shoulders Borne, Battle And Blast Had Dimmed And Torn. Each Dint Upon His Battered Shield Was Token Of A Foughten Field; And Thus, Beneath His Lady's Bower, He Sung, As Fell The Twilight Hour: "Joy To The Fair! Thy Knight Behold, Returned From Yonder Land Of Gold; No Wealth He Brings, Nor Wealth Can Need, Save His Good Arms And Battle Steed. His Spurs To Dash Against The Foe, His Lance And Sword To Lay Him Low; Such All The Trophies Of His Toil, Such—And The Hope Of Jesu's Smile. Joy To The Fair! Whose Constant Knight Her Favor Fired To Feats Of Might; Unnoted Shall She Not Remain, Where Meet The Bright And Noble Train; Minstrel Shall Sing And Herald Tell— Mark Yonder Maid Of Beauty Well, 'Tis She For Whose Bright Eyes Was Won The Listed Field At Ascalon. Note Well Her Smile—It Edged The Blade, Which Aye Turned Widows' Maids, When, Vain His Strength And Mahound's Spell, Iconium's Turbaned Soldan Fell. Seest Thou Her Locks, Whose Sunny Glow Half Shows, Half Shades, Her Neck Of Snow; Twines Not Of Them One Golden Thread, But For Its Sake A Paynim Bled. Joy To The Fair—My Name Unknown, Each Deed, And All Its Praise, Thine Own; Then, Oh, Unbar This Churlish Gate, The Night Dew Falls—The Hour Is Late. Inured To Syria's Glowing Breath, I Feel The North Breeze Chill As Death; Let Grateful Love Quell Maiden Shame, And Grant Him Kiss Who Brings Thee Fame."

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