MarmionClarendon Press, 1889 - 300 páginas |
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... fire a noble salvo - shot ; Lord MARMION waits below ! ' Then to the Castle's lower ward Sped forty yeomen tall , The iron - studded gates unbarr'd , Raised the portcullis ' ponderous guard , The lofty palisade unsparr'd , And let the ...
... fire a noble salvo - shot ; Lord MARMION waits below ! ' Then to the Castle's lower ward Sped forty yeomen tall , The iron - studded gates unbarr'd , Raised the portcullis ' ponderous guard , The lofty palisade unsparr'd , And let the ...
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... fire , Show'd spirit proud , and prompt to ire ; Yet lines of thought upon his cheek Did deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick mustache , and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and ...
... fire , Show'd spirit proud , and prompt to ire ; Yet lines of thought upon his cheek Did deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick mustache , and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and ...
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... fire ; There ponder o'er some mystic lay , Till the wild tale had all its sway , And , in the bittern's distant shriek , I heard unearthly voices speak , And thought the Wizard Priest was come , To claim again his ancient home ! And ...
... fire ; There ponder o'er some mystic lay , Till the wild tale had all its sway , And , in the bittern's distant shriek , I heard unearthly voices speak , And thought the Wizard Priest was come , To claim again his ancient home ! And ...
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... fire ; 200 205 210 215 220 225 And all , in turn , essay'd to paint The rival merits of their saint , A theme that ne'er can tire A holy maid ; for , be it known , 230 That their saint's honour is their own . XIII . Then Whitby's nuns ...
... fire ; 200 205 210 215 220 225 And all , in turn , essay'd to paint The rival merits of their saint , A theme that ne'er can tire A holy maid ; for , be it known , 230 That their saint's honour is their own . XIII . Then Whitby's nuns ...
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... fire such legends go , Far different was the scene of woe , 310 Where , in a secret aisle beneath , Council was held of life and death . It was more dark and lone that vault , Than the worst dungeon cell : 315 Old Colwulf built it , for ...
... fire such legends go , Far different was the scene of woe , 310 Where , in a secret aisle beneath , Council was held of life and death . It was more dark and lone that vault , Than the worst dungeon cell : 315 Old Colwulf built it , for ...
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Abbess Æneid ancient Angus armour arms Ashestiel band battle battle of Flodden beneath bold Border called castle Chaucer's Clare Clarendon Press Cuthbert dame dark death deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Edinburgh edition English Ettrick Forest Faery Queene fair fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace grave hall hand hath heard heart Heaven Henry hill holy Holy Island horse INTRODUCTION TO CANTO James James IV King King's knight Lady lake land Last Minstrel Lindesay Lindisfarne lines Lochinvar Lockhart Lord Marmion mark'd merry Minstrelsy monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle o'er Palmer pass'd peace Perchance poem poet poetical round royal rude Saint Saint Hilda scarce scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd Selkirkshire shield show'd Sir Launcelot song spear squire Stanza steed stood sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby wild Wilton word
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Página 126 - Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whisper'd " 'Twere better by far, To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 126 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 259 - O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Página 125 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 178 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Página 125 - Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
Página 165 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!
Página 182 - But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded king.
Página 125 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 287 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.