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... tides and currents by which we are so often encountered in our journey through life . Indeed , the publication of my next poetical attempt was prematurely accelerated , from one of those unpleasant accidents which can neither be ...
... tides and currents by which we are so often encountered in our journey through life . Indeed , the publication of my next poetical attempt was prematurely accelerated , from one of those unpleasant accidents which can neither be ...
Pagina 44
... tide of ecstasy ! — It will not be - it may not last- The vision of enchantment's past : Like frostwork in the morning ray , The fancied fabric melts away ; ' Each Gothic arch , memorial - stone , And long , dim , lofty aisle , are gone ...
... tide of ecstasy ! — It will not be - it may not last- The vision of enchantment's past : Like frostwork in the morning ray , The fancied fabric melts away ; ' Each Gothic arch , memorial - stone , And long , dim , lofty aisle , are gone ...
Pagina 73
... tide , And we can neither hunt nor ride A foray on the Scottish side . The vow'd revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in worse than loss of hood . Let Friar John , in safety , still In chimney - corner snore his fill , Roast hissing crabs ...
... tide , And we can neither hunt nor ride A foray on the Scottish side . The vow'd revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in worse than loss of hood . Let Friar John , in safety , still In chimney - corner snore his fill , Roast hissing crabs ...
Pagina 80
... tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . " But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair St. Andrews bound , Within the ocean - cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn of ...
... tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . " But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair St. Andrews bound , Within the ocean - cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn of ...
Pagina 88
... tide lay : The wolf I've seen , a fiercer game , ( The neighbouring dingle bears his name , ) With lurching step around me prowl , And stop , against the moon to howl ; The mountain - boar , on battle set , His tusks upon my stem would ...
... tide lay : The wolf I've seen , a fiercer game , ( The neighbouring dingle bears his name , ) With lurching step around me prowl , And stop , against the moon to howl ; The mountain - boar , on battle set , His tusks upon my stem would ...
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Marmion, By Sir W. Scott. With All His Intrs., And The Editor's Notes ... Bart ) Walter Scott (Sir Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2018 |
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band Baron battle battle of Flodden beneath BIRKET FOSTER blast bold Border Bothwell called castle Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh English ETTRICK FOREST fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy Holy Island honour horse host Introduction to Canto James IV JOHN GILBERT King's knight Lady land Lindesay Lindisfarne Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd minstrel Minstrelsy monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance plain proud rest rode round royal rude scarce Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stone stood sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Pagina 341 - 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 43 - O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, ' Here let their discord with them die. Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Pagina 342 - Marmion reach'd his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. " Horse ! horse ! " the Douglas cried, " and chase ! " But soon he rein'd his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.
Pagina 367 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And — "Stanley!" was the cry; — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye: With dying hand, above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
Pagina 369 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen 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.
Pagina 270 - 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 362 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Pagina 365 - Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said—" I knew That the dark presage must be true.
Pagina 213 - Marmion's rank. That Castle rises on the steep Of the green vale of Tyne : And far beneath, where slow they creep From pool to eddy, dark and deep, Where alders moist and willows weep, You hear her streams repine. The towers in different ages rose ; Their various architecture shows The builders' various hands ; A mighty mass,-that could oppose, When deadliest hatred fired its foes, The vengeful Douglas bands.
Pagina 96 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.