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Pagina 335
... Earl , with stately grace , Would Clara on her palfrey place , And whispered , in an under tone , " Let the hawk stoop , his prey is flown . ” The train from out the castle drew ; But Marmion stopped to bid adieu : - Though something I ...
... Earl , with stately grace , Would Clara on her palfrey place , And whispered , in an under tone , " Let the hawk stoop , his prey is flown . ” The train from out the castle drew ; But Marmion stopped to bid adieu : - Though something I ...
Pagina 336
... Earl , receive my hand . " — But Douglas round him drew his cloak , Folded his arms , and thus he spoke : " My manors , halls , and bowers , shall still Be open , at my sovereign's will , To each one whom he lists , howe'er Unmeet to be ...
... Earl , receive my hand . " — But Douglas round him drew his cloak , Folded his arms , and thus he spoke : " My manors , halls , and bowers , shall still Be open , at my sovereign's will , To each one whom he lists , howe'er Unmeet to be ...
Pagina 337
... any lord in Scotland here , Lowland or Highland , far or near , Lord Angus , thou hast lied ! " - On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age : Fierce he broke forth : - " And dar'st thou CANTO VI . 337 THE BATTLE .
... any lord in Scotland here , Lowland or Highland , far or near , Lord Angus , thou hast lied ! " - On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age : Fierce he broke forth : - " And dar'st thou CANTO VI . 337 THE BATTLE .
Pagina 341
... Earl's best steed ; A matchless horse , though something old , Prompt to his paces , cool and bold . I heard the Sheriff Sholto say , The Earl did much the Master * pray To use him on the battle day ; But he preferred " — " Nay , Henry ...
... Earl's best steed ; A matchless horse , though something old , Prompt to his paces , cool and bold . I heard the Sheriff Sholto say , The Earl did much the Master * pray To use him on the battle day ; But he preferred " — " Nay , Henry ...
Pagina 342
... Earl's own favourite steed ; All sheathed he was in armour bright , And much resembled that same knight , Subdued by you in Cotswold fight : Lord Angus wished him speed . " - The instant that Fitz - Eustace spoke , A sudden light on ...
... Earl's own favourite steed ; All sheathed he was in armour bright , And much resembled that same knight , Subdued by you in Cotswold fight : Lord Angus wished him speed . " - The instant that Fitz - Eustace spoke , A sudden light on ...
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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...