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Pagina xvii
... fight should be won . But that was not to be until after the hero's death had consummated the self - sacrifice . At the time when his misfortunes came " in battalions , " Scott was inditing the letters of Malachi Malagrowther — a name ...
... fight should be won . But that was not to be until after the hero's death had consummated the self - sacrifice . At the time when his misfortunes came " in battalions , " Scott was inditing the letters of Malachi Malagrowther — a name ...
Pagina 29
... fight nor flee ; For when the Red - Cross spièd he , The boy strove long and violently . " Now , by St. George , " the archer cries , " Edward , methinks we have a prize ! This boy's fair face , and courage free , Shows he is come of ...
... fight nor flee ; For when the Red - Cross spièd he , The boy strove long and violently . " Now , by St. George , " the archer cries , " Edward , methinks we have a prize ! This boy's fair face , and courage free , Shows he is come of ...
Pagina 36
... fight ; Not even the Flower of Yarrow's charms , In youth , might tame his rage for arms ; And still , in age , he spurned at rest , And still his brows the helmet pressed , Albeit the blanched locks below Were white as Dinlay's ...
... fight ; Not even the Flower of Yarrow's charms , In youth , might tame his rage for arms ; And still , in age , he spurned at rest , And still his brows the helmet pressed , Albeit the blanched locks below Were white as Dinlay's ...
Pagina 40
... fight , in dark array , By Conrad led of Wolfenstein , Who brought the band from distant Rhine , And sold their blood for foreign pay . The camp their home , their law the sword , They knew no country , owned no lord : They were not ...
... fight , in dark array , By Conrad led of Wolfenstein , Who brought the band from distant Rhine , And sold their blood for foreign pay . The camp their home , their law the sword , They knew no country , owned no lord : They were not ...
Pagina 44
... fight , and if he gain , He gains for us ; but if he's crossed , ' Tis but a single warrior lost : The rest , retreating as they came , Avoid defeat , and death , and shame . " - XXXI . Ill could the haughty Dacre brook His brother ...
... fight , and if he gain , He gains for us ; but if he's crossed , ' Tis but a single warrior lost : The rest , retreating as they came , Avoid defeat , and death , and shame . " - XXXI . Ill could the haughty Dacre brook His brother ...
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agen arms bade band banner battle beneath Bertram blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright Brignal brow castle cheek cheer Chieftain clan courser crest Dæmon Dame dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread drew Ettricke Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight gallant glance glen grace Græme grey hall hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill honoured King knew knight lady Ladye lance land light lonely look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel Monarch Mortham moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pale pennons pride proud Redmond Risingham Roderick Rokeby's rose round rude rung Saint Saint Hilda Saxon scarce Scotland Scotland's Scottish sire smiled song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stern stood strain strife sword tale tell thee thine thou tide toil tower Twas twixt voice wake warrior wave ween wild Wilfrid youth
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Pagina 58 - 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...
Pagina 156 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Pagina 242 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
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Pagina 3 - 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.
Pagina 190 - At length the freshening western blast, Aside the shroud of battle cast ; And, first, the ridge of mingled spears, Above the brightening cloud appears : And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave, Floating like foam upon the wave ; But nought distinct they see.
Pagina 79 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep. And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep. And Cheviot's mountains lone : The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loop-hole grates where captives weep. The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Pagina 14 - If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins grey.
Pagina 547 - O they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern light, And they waded through red blude to the knee ; For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o
Pagina 202 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprang from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high, Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky; A moment gazed adown the dale, A moment snuffed the tainted gale, A moment listened to the cry That thickened as the chase drew nigh; Then, as the headmost foes appeared, With one brave bound the copse he cleared, And, stretching forward free and far, Sought the wild heaths of...