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Pagina 272
... to those who wed above ! - De Wilton and Lord Marmion wooed Clara de Clare , of Gloster's blood ; ( Idle it were of Whitby's dame , To say of that same blood I came ; ) And once , when jealous rage was high , Lord 272 CANTO V. MARMION .
... to those who wed above ! - De Wilton and Lord Marmion wooed Clara de Clare , of Gloster's blood ; ( Idle it were of Whitby's dame , To say of that same blood I came ; ) And once , when jealous rage was high , Lord 272 CANTO V. MARMION .
Pagina 274
... had the scrolls in care , A stranger maiden , passing fair , Had drenched him with a beverage rare ; — His words no faith could gain . With Clare alone he credence won , Who , rather than wed Marmion , Did to Saint 274 CANTO V. MARMION ,
... had the scrolls in care , A stranger maiden , passing fair , Had drenched him with a beverage rare ; — His words no faith could gain . With Clare alone he credence won , Who , rather than wed Marmion , Did to Saint 274 CANTO V. MARMION ,
Pagina 276
... Clare shall from our house be torn ; And grievous cause have I to fear , Such mandate doth Lord Marmion bear . XXIII . " Now , prisoner , helpless , and betrayed To evil power , I claim thine aid , By every step that thou hast trod To ...
... Clare shall from our house be torn ; And grievous cause have I to fear , Such mandate doth Lord Marmion bear . XXIII . " Now , prisoner , helpless , and betrayed To evil power , I claim thine aid , By every step that thou hast trod To ...
Pagina 277
... Instructions with his hand and seal ; And thus Saint Hilda deigned , Through sinner's perfidy impure , Her house's glory to secure , And Clare's immortal weal . XXIV . " " Twere long , and needless , CANTO V. 277 THE COURT .
... Instructions with his hand and seal ; And thus Saint Hilda deigned , Through sinner's perfidy impure , Her house's glory to secure , And Clare's immortal weal . XXIV . " " Twere long , and needless , CANTO V. 277 THE COURT .
Pagina 283
... and to shrines repair.- Where is the Palmer now ? and where The Abbess , Marmion , and Clare ? - Bold Douglas ! to Tantallon fair They journey in thy charge : Lord Marmion rode on his right hand , The Palmer CANTO V. 283 THE COURT .
... and to shrines repair.- Where is the Palmer now ? and where The Abbess , Marmion , and Clare ? - Bold Douglas ! to Tantallon fair They journey in thy charge : Lord Marmion rode on his right hand , The Palmer CANTO V. 283 THE COURT .
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Abbess ancient Angus arms array band banner battle beneath blast Blount bold Border brand called CANTO castle Clare cross Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettricke Forest Eustace fair fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island honoured horse host James IV King James king's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarn look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer passed Perchance Pitscottie plain pray rest rode round royal rude scarce Scotland Scottish shew shield Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood summons Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide tower Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Pagina 260 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Pagina 128 - 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.
Pagina 339 - Horse ! horse !" the Douglas cried, " and chase !* But soon he reined his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name. — A letter forged ! Saint Jude to speed! Did ever knight so foul a deed ! At first in heart it liked me ill, When the King praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine, Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line : So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill.
Pagina 259 - 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 362 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade . . By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Pagina 258 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword 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 364 - Or injured Constance, bathes my head !" Then, as remembrance rose,— " Speak not to me of shrift or prayer ! I must redress her woes. Short space, few words, are mine to spare; Forgive and listen, gentle Clare!"— " Alas! " she said, " the while,— 0 think of your immortal weal ! In vain for Constance is your zeal; She died at Holy Isle.
Pagina 338 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Pagina 337 - 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, more I tell thee here...
Pagina 354 - But see ! look up — on Flodden bent The Scottish foe has fired his tent." And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill,* All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed...