Poetical works. With a biogr. and critical memoir by F.T. Palgrave |
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Pagina vii
... LAKE Song of the Glee - Maiden THE VISION OF DON RODERICK SONGS FROM THE PLAYS . ROKEBY .. The Sun upon the Lake . THE LORD OF THE ISLES Admire not that I gain'd THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN When the Tempest THE FIELD OF WATERLOO Bonny ...
... LAKE Song of the Glee - Maiden THE VISION OF DON RODERICK SONGS FROM THE PLAYS . ROKEBY .. The Sun upon the Lake . THE LORD OF THE ISLES Admire not that I gain'd THE BRIDAL OF TRIERMAIN When the Tempest THE FIELD OF WATERLOO Bonny ...
Pagina xxvii
... Lake . " " Don Roderick , " unsuccessful in its attempt to blend the past history of Spain with the interests of the Peninsular War , followed ( 1811 ) ; " Triermain , " and " Rokeby , " the scene of which is lain within the lands of ...
... Lake . " " Don Roderick , " unsuccessful in its attempt to blend the past history of Spain with the interests of the Peninsular War , followed ( 1811 ) ; " Triermain , " and " Rokeby , " the scene of which is lain within the lands of ...
Pagina 22
... lake , An offering he had sworn to make , And he would pay his vows . But the Ladye of Branksome gather'd a band Of the best that would ride at her command : The trysting - place was Newark Lee . Wat of Harden came thither amain , And ...
... lake , An offering he had sworn to make , And he would pay his vows . But the Ladye of Branksome gather'd a band Of the best that would ride at her command : The trysting - place was Newark Lee . Wat of Harden came thither amain , And ...
Pagina 27
... To whelm the foe with deadly shower ; * Need - fire , beacon . + Tarn , a mountain lake . Earn , a Scottish eagle . Bowne , make ready . Was frequent heard the changing guard , And watch - 111. ] 27 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... To whelm the foe with deadly shower ; * Need - fire , beacon . + Tarn , a mountain lake . Earn , a Scottish eagle . Bowne , make ready . Was frequent heard the changing guard , And watch - 111. ] 27 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
Pagina 59
... Lake Enters Morgana's fated house , Or in the Chapel Perilous , Despising spells and demon's force , Holds converse with the unburied corse ; Or when , Dame Ganore's grace to move , ( Alas , that lawless was their love ! ) He sought ...
... Lake Enters Morgana's fated house , Or in the Chapel Perilous , Despising spells and demon's force , Holds converse with the unburied corse ; Or when , Dame Ganore's grace to move , ( Alas , that lawless was their love ! ) He sought ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ancient arms band battle bear beneath blood bold bound brave brow Bruce called castle chief close dark death deep Douglas dread Earl English fair faith fame fear fell field fight fire gave give glance grace hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hold horse hour King knight lady lake land leave light living look Lord loud maid Marmion meet minstrel morning mountain ne'er never noble o'er once pass pride rest rock rose round Saint scene Scott Scottish seem'd seen side song soon sound spear steed stood strain stream strong sword tale tell thee thine thou thought tide Till took tower true voice wake warrior wave wild wind wood
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Pagina 103 - The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, He quaff 'd off the wine and he threw down the cup; She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Pagina 103 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon 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.
Pagina 104 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
Pagina 445 - God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame, By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen; And Zion's...
Pagina 49 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Pagina 42 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentered all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Pagina 118 - Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire, And — "This to me!" he said; "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here...
Pagina 103 - He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, He swam the 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. So boldly he...
Pagina 136 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Pagina 96 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep...