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Pagina 18
... force no wizard 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 , The wine of life is on the lees . Genius , and ...
... force no wizard 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 , The wine of life is on the lees . Genius , and ...
Pagina 23
... force , Holds converse with the unburied corse ; Or when , Dame Ganore's grace to move , ( Alas ! that lawless was their love ) He sought proud Tarquin in his den , And freed full sixty knights ; or when , A sinful man , and unconfessed ...
... force , Holds converse with the unburied corse ; Or when , Dame Ganore's grace to move , ( Alas ! that lawless was their love ) He sought proud Tarquin in his den , And freed full sixty knights ; or when , A sinful man , and unconfessed ...
Pagina 39
... force to stand d ; To him he lost his lady - love , And to the king his land . The cry by which the heralds expressed their thanks for the bounty of the nobles . Ourselves beheld the listed field , A sight both sad Cunto I. 39 THE CASTLE .
... force to stand d ; To him he lost his lady - love , And to the king his land . The cry by which the heralds expressed their thanks for the bounty of the nobles . Ourselves beheld the listed field , A sight both sad Cunto I. 39 THE CASTLE .
Pagina 76
... force the Tempest brings , ' Twere sweet , ere yet his terrors rave , To sit upon the Wizard's grave ; That Wizard Priest's , whose bones are thrust From company of holy dust ; On which no sun - beam ever shines- ( So superstition's ...
... force the Tempest brings , ' Twere sweet , ere yet his terrors rave , To sit upon the Wizard's grave ; That Wizard Priest's , whose bones are thrust From company of holy dust ; On which no sun - beam ever shines- ( So superstition's ...
Pagina 129
... force confess'd Rules with despotic sway the breast , And drags us on by viewless chain , While taste and reason plead in vain . Look east , and ask the Belgian why , Beneath Batavia's sultry sky , He seeks not eager to inhale The ...
... force confess'd Rules with despotic sway the breast , And drags us on by viewless chain , While taste and reason plead in vain . Look east , and ask the Belgian why , Beneath Batavia's sultry sky , He seeks not eager to inhale The ...
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Abbess abbot ancient arches arms beneath Bishop of Durham bold breast called castle champion chapel Chester-le-street Dane dark death deep Donjon Durham Earl Elfin Erskine Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair falcon fear Featherston Fitz-Eustace foes Forest Friar John gentle gentlemen grace grave grim Guenever hall Haltwhistle hand hath hear heard heart heaven hermit Heron Holy Island horse hounds hunt king knight lady lady's lake lance land light Lindisfarn lonely Lord Marmion mark'd minstrels monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle northern war Northumberland Note nuns o'er Palmer Perkin Warbeck proud Ridley rock round rude Saint Cuthbert's Saint Hilda's scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shew Shew'd shield shrine Sir Launcelot sound spear spell squire St Cuthbert steed stood sword tale Tamworth tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide toil tomb tower Tweed wall Warkworth Whitby Whitby's wild William
Populaire passages
Pagina 16 - For talents mourn, untimely lost, When best employed and wanted most; Mourn genius high, and lore profound, And wit that loved to play, not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine, To penetrate, resolve, combine ; And feelings keen, and fancy's glow, They sleep with him who sleeps below...
Pagina 149 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Pagina 91 - Thy tower, proud Bamborough, mark'd they there, King Ida's castle, huge and square, From its tall rock look grimly down, And on the swelling ocean frown ; Then from the coast they bore away, And reach'd the Holy Island's bay.
Pagina 211 - The manner of the hunting is this : five or six hundred men do rise early in the morning, and they do disperse themselves divers ways, and seven, eight, or ten miles...
Pagina 57 - Poor wretch, the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, In his wan face and sunburnt hair She had not known her child.
Pagina 211 - Then after we had staid there three hours, or thereabouts, we might perceive the deer appear on the hills round about us (their heads making a show like a wood), which being followed close by the...
Pagina 180 - ... was a stone that was of marble ; but it was so dark, that Sir Launcelot might not well know what it was. Then Sir Launcelot looked by him, and saw an old chappell, and there he wend to have found people. And so Sir Launcelot tied his horse to a...
Pagina 71 - Companions of my mountain joys, Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
Pagina 185 - ... families. and also shadowed the events of future ages, in the succession of our imperial line ; with these helps, and those of the machines, which I have mentioned, I might perhaps have done as well as some of my predecessors, or at least chalked out a way for others to amend my errors in a like design. But being encouraged only with fair words by King Charles II, my little salary ill paid, and no prospect of a future subsistence, I -was then discouraged in the beginning of my attempt...
Pagina 134 - Whose doom discording neighbours sought, Content with equity unbought ; To him the venerable Priest, Our frequent and familiar guest, Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint ; Alas ! whose speech too oft I broke With gambol rude and timeless joke : For I was wayward, bold, and wild, A self-will'd imp, a grandame's child ; But half a plague, and half a jest, Was still endured, beloved, caress'd.