MarmionClarendon Press, 1889 - 300 páginas |
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... grave , Who victor died on Gadite wave ; To him , as to the burning levin , 70 Short , bright , resistless course was given . Where'er his country's foes were found , Was heard the fated thunder's sound , 75 Till burst the bolt on ...
... grave , Who victor died on Gadite wave ; To him , as to the burning levin , 70 Short , bright , resistless course was given . Where'er his country's foes were found , Was heard the fated thunder's sound , 75 Till burst the bolt on ...
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... grave , Be every harsher thought suppress'd , And sacred be the last long rest . 130 135 140 Here , where the end of earthly things Lays heroes , patriots , bards , and kings ; Where stiff the hand , and still the tongue , Of those who ...
... grave , Be every harsher thought suppress'd , And sacred be the last long rest . 130 135 140 Here , where the end of earthly things Lays heroes , patriots , bards , and kings ; Where stiff the hand , and still the tongue , Of those who ...
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... grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his could drain the ocean dry , And force the planets from the sky . These spells are spent , and , spent with these , 180 The wine of life is on the lees . Genius , and taste , and ...
... grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his could drain the ocean dry , And force the planets from the sky . These spells are spent , and , spent with these , 180 The wine of life is on the lees . Genius , and taste , and ...
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... grave ; That Wizard Priest's , whose bones are thrust , From company of holy dust ; On which no sunbeam ever shines- 205 ( So superstition's creed divines ) — Thence view the lake , with sullen roar , Heave her broad billows to the ...
... grave ; That Wizard Priest's , whose bones are thrust , From company of holy dust ; On which no sunbeam ever shines- 205 ( So superstition's creed divines ) — Thence view the lake , with sullen roar , Heave her broad billows to the ...
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... Grave , White as the snowy charger's tail , Drives down the pass of Moffatdale . Marriott , thy harp , on Isis strung , To many a Border theme has rung : Then list to me , and thou shalt know Of this mysterious Man of Woe . 255 260 265 ...
... Grave , White as the snowy charger's tail , Drives down the pass of Moffatdale . Marriott , thy harp , on Isis strung , To many a Border theme has rung : Then list to me , and thou shalt know Of this mysterious Man of Woe . 255 260 265 ...
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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.