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Pagina 13
... 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 Where'er ...
... 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 Where'er ...
Pagina 29
... 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 . The warriors on the turrets high , Moving ...
... 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 . The warriors on the turrets high , Moving ...
Pagina 33
... deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache , and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age ; His square - turn'd joints , and strength of ...
... deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache , and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age ; His square - turn'd joints , and strength of ...
Pagina 58
... spring Could back to peace my bosom bring , Or bid it throb no more ! " XXX . And now the midnight draught of sleep , Where wine and spices richly steep , In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents 58 Canto I. MARMION .
... spring Could back to peace my bosom bring , Or bid it throb no more ! " XXX . And now the midnight draught of sleep , Where wine and spices richly steep , In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents 58 Canto I. MARMION .
Pagina 59
sir Walter Scott (bart.) In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents on knee . Lord Marmion drank a fair good rest , The Captain pledged his noble guest , The cup went through among the rest , Who drain'd it merrily ; Alone the ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents on knee . Lord Marmion drank a fair good rest , The Captain pledged his noble guest , The cup went through among the rest , Who drain'd it merrily ; Alone the ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band banner battle beneath blast Blount bold Border Bothwell brand called CANTO castle chapel Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest Eustace fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island horse host James IV King James King's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarne look Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance plain rest round royal rude Saint Saint George scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire St Cuthbert steed stood sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Pagina 265 - Among bridesmen and kinsmen, and brothers and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), " O, come ye in peace here or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...
Pagina 264 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Pagina 267 - 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 371 - Clara bound, and strove to stanch, the gushing wound; the monk, with unavailing cares, exhausted all the Church's prayers: ever, he said, that, close and near, a lady's voice was in his ear, and that the priest he could not hear, for that she ever sung, — " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, where mingles war's rattle, with groans of the dying!
Pagina 343 - twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head. And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her State, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate. And, Douglas...
Pagina 375 - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Pagina 225 - Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Pagina 18 - With more than mortal powers endow'd, How high they soar'd above the crowd ! Theirs was no common party race, Jostling by dark intrigue for place; Like fabled Gods, their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its jar; Beneath each banner proud to stand, Look'd up the noblest of the land, Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone.
Pagina 226 - Fitz-Eustace' heart felt closely pent ; As if to give his rapture vent. The spur he to his charger lent, And raised his bridle hand, And making demi-volte in air, | Cried, " Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land ! " The Lindesay smiled his joy to see ; Nor Marmion's frown repress'd his glee.
Pagina 370 - She filled the helm, and back she hied, And with surprise and joy espied A Monk supporting Marmion's head : A pious man, whom duty brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And as she stooped his brow to lave — " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, " Or injured Constance, bathes my head?