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Pagina vii
... bright , but there was a witchery of fascina- tion that was irresistible . The spirit that was so powerful to conceive was also genial to impress . There was a fire of sym- pathy that drew all the life that surged around him into the ...
... bright , but there was a witchery of fascina- tion that was irresistible . The spirit that was so powerful to conceive was also genial to impress . There was a fire of sym- pathy that drew all the life that surged around him into the ...
Pagina 6
... Kinsmen to the bold Buccleuch . IV . Ten of them were sheathed in steel , With belted sword , and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright , Neither by day , nor yet by night : They lay down to rest , With corslet laced ,
... Kinsmen to the bold Buccleuch . IV . Ten of them were sheathed in steel , With belted sword , and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright , Neither by day , nor yet by night : They lay down to rest , With corslet laced ,
Pagina 16
... bright , Glistened with the dew of night ; Nor herb , nor floweret , glistened there , But was carved in the cloister - arches as fair . The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into the night he looked forth ; And red and bright ...
... bright , Glistened with the dew of night ; Nor herb , nor floweret , glistened there , But was carved in the cloister - arches as fair . The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into the night he looked forth ; And red and bright ...
Pagina 18
... bright , And I dug his chamber among the dead , When the floor of the chancel was stainèd red , That his patron's cross might over him wave , And scare the fiends from the Wizard's grave . XVI . " It was a night of woe and dread , When ...
... bright , And I dug his chamber among the dead , When the floor of the chancel was stainèd red , That his patron's cross might over him wave , And scare the fiends from the Wizard's grave . XVI . " It was a night of woe and dread , When ...
Pagina 35
... bright , Served to guide me on my flight ; But I was chased the live - long night . Black John of Akeshaw , and Fergus Grĉme , Fast upon my traces came , up Until I turned at Priesthaugh Scrogg , And shot their horses in the bog , Slew ...
... bright , Served to guide me on my flight ; But I was chased the live - long night . Black John of Akeshaw , and Fergus Grĉme , Fast upon my traces came , up Until I turned at Priesthaugh Scrogg , And shot their horses in the bog , Slew ...
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Pagina 52 - 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, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Pagina 149 - 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?
Pagina 10 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly...
Pagina 148 - 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.
Pagina 60 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair.
Pagina 188 - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
Pagina 175 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone; The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Pagina 18 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; In halls, in gay attire is seen ; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Pagina 175 - 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...
Pagina xxiii - Stuarts' throne ; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door ; ' And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.