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Pagina 1
... CANTOS . Alas ! that Scottish Maid should sing The combat where her lover fell ! That Scottish Bard should wake the string , The triumph of our foes to tell . - LEYDEN . VOL . II . A 1 It is hardly to be expected , that an Author.
... CANTOS . Alas ! that Scottish Maid should sing The combat where her lover fell ! That Scottish Bard should wake the string , The triumph of our foes to tell . - LEYDEN . VOL . II . A 1 It is hardly to be expected , that an Author.
Pagina 11
... tell , and mourn , And anxious ask , - " Will spring return , And birds and lambs again be gay , And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray ? " Yes , prattlers , yes . The daisy's flower Again shall paint your summer bower : Again the ...
... tell , and mourn , And anxious ask , - " Will spring return , And birds and lambs again be gay , And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray ? " Yes , prattlers , yes . The daisy's flower Again shall paint your summer bower : Again the ...
Pagina 22
... tell ( For few have read romance so well ) How still the legendary lay O'er poet's bosom holds its sway ; How on the ancient minstrel strain Time lays his palsied hand in vain ; And how our hearts at doughty deeds , By warriors wrought ...
... tell ( For few have read romance so well ) How still the legendary lay O'er poet's bosom holds its sway ; How on the ancient minstrel strain Time lays his palsied hand in vain ; And how our hearts at doughty deeds , By warriors wrought ...
Pagina 36
... palfreys , and array , Shew'd they had march'd a weary way . IX . ' Tis meet that I should tell you now , How fairly arm'd , and order'd how , The soldiers of the guard , With musquet , pike , and morion , To welcome 36 Canto I. MARMION .
... palfreys , and array , Shew'd they had march'd a weary way . IX . ' Tis meet that I should tell you now , How fairly arm'd , and order'd how , The soldiers of the guard , With musquet , pike , and morion , To welcome 36 Canto I. MARMION .
Pagina 52
... tell , And of that Grot where Olives nod , Where , darling of each heart and eye , From all the youth of Sicily , Saint Rosalie retired to God . XXIV . " To stout Saint George of Norwich merry , Saint Thomas , too , of Canterbury ...
... tell , And of that Grot where Olives nod , Where , darling of each heart and eye , From all the youth of Sicily , Saint Rosalie retired to God . XXIV . " To stout Saint George of Norwich merry , Saint Thomas , too , of Canterbury ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Abbess abbot ancient arms Baron beneath Bishop of Durham bold bower breast called CANTO castle chapel Chester-le-Street dark death deep Earl Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair falcon fear Featherston fell fire Fitz-Eustace Flodden Forest Friar gale gentle grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Holy Island holy vessell horse host James James IV King knew knight lady lake lance land Lindisfarn lonely Lord Marmion mark'd merry minstrels monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd plain proud pursuivants rest Ridley rock round royal rude Saint Hilda's scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd Shew'd shield Sir David Lindesay Sir Launcelot sound spear squire St Cuthbert steed stone stood sword tale Tamworth tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide toil tower Tweed wall Warkworth ween Whitby Whitby's wild word
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Pagina 207 - Of all the palaces so fair, Built for the royal dwelling, In Scotland, far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling ; And in its park, in jovial June, How sweet the merry linnet's tune ! How blithe the blackbird's lay ! The wild buck bells* from ferny brake, The coot dives merry on the lake, The saddest heart might pleasure take To see all nature gay.
Pagina 17 - Jostling by dark intrigue for place ; Like fabled Gods, their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its...
Pagina 100 - Saint Cuthbert sits, and toils to frame The sea-born beads that bear his name : Such tales had Whitby's fishers told, And said they might his shape behold, And hear his anvil sound ; A deaden'd clang, — a huge dim form, Seen but, and heard, when gathering storm And night were closing round.
Pagina 23 - And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again,* But that a ribald King and Court Bade him toil on, to make them sport ; Demanded for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play ; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Pagina 13 - NELSON'S shrine; And vainly pierce the solemn gloom, That shrouds, O PITT, thy hallowed tomb ! Deep graved in every British heart, O never let those names depart ! Say to your sons, — Lo, here his grave, Who victor died on Gadite wave; To him, as to the burning levin, Short, bright, resistless course was given.
Pagina 73 - Thou know'st it well, — nor fen, nor sedge, Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink ; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land.
Pagina 147 - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving ; There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving ; There, thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever, Never again to wake, Never, O never ! CHOUUS.
Pagina 115 - Had given him to the headsman's stroke, Although my heart that instant broke. — Now, men of death, work forth your will, For I can suffer, and be still ; And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but Death who comes at last.
Pagina 74 - Bears thwart the lake the scattered pine, Yet even this nakedness has power, And aids the feeling of the hour : Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing concealed might lie ; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell Where swain, or woodman lone, might dwell ; There's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness : And silence aids — though the steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In summer tide, so soft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's...
Pagina 274 - You shall faithfully do this, in remembrance that you did most cruelly slay me ; and that you may the better call to God for mercy, repent unfeignedly of your sins, and do good works The officer of Eskdale-side shall blow, ' Out on you, out on you, for this heinous crime.' If you or your successors shall refuse this service, so long as it shall not be full sea at the aforesaid hour, you or yours shall forfeit your lands to the Abbot of Whitby or his successors.