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Pagina 47
... Holy - Rood , Like his good saint , I'll pay his meed , Instead of cockle - shell , or bead , With angels fair and good . I love such holy ramblers ; still They know to CANTO I. 47 THE CASTLE .
... Holy - Rood , Like his good saint , I'll pay his meed , Instead of cockle - shell , or bead , With angels fair and good . I love such holy ramblers ; still They know to CANTO I. 47 THE CASTLE .
Pagina 48
... holy lore . Still to himself he's muttering , And shrinks as at some unseen thing . Last night we listened at his cell ; Strange sounds we heard , and sooth to tell , He murmured on till morn , howe❜er No living mortal could be near ...
... holy lore . Still to himself he's muttering , And shrinks as at some unseen thing . Last night we listened at his cell ; Strange sounds we heard , and sooth to tell , He murmured on till morn , howe❜er No living mortal could be near ...
Pagina 50
... Holy Land . XXVIII . Whenas the Palmer came in hall , Nor lord , nor knight , was there more tall , Or had a statelier step withal , Or looked more high and keen ; For no saluting did he wait , But strode across the hall of state , And ...
... Holy Land . XXVIII . Whenas the Palmer came in hall , Nor lord , nor knight , was there more tall , Or had a statelier step withal , Or looked more high and keen ; For no saluting did he wait , But strode across the hall of state , And ...
Pagina 52
... holy lay , From midnight to the dawn of day , Sung to the billows ' sound ; Thence to Saint Fillan's blessed well , Whose spring can frenzied dreams dispel , And the crazed brain restore : — Saint Mary grant , that cave or spring Could ...
... holy lay , From midnight to the dawn of day , Sung to the billows ' sound ; Thence to Saint Fillan's blessed well , Whose spring can frenzied dreams dispel , And the crazed brain restore : — Saint Mary grant , that cave or spring Could ...
Pagina 65
... holy ground ! Kindled their brows to hear me speak ; And I have smiled , to feel my cheek , Despite the difference of our years , Return again the glow of theirs . Ah , happy boys ! such feelings pure , They will not , cannot long ...
... holy ground ! Kindled their brows to hear me speak ; And I have smiled , to feel my cheek , Despite the difference of our years , Return again the glow of theirs . Ah , happy boys ! such feelings pure , They will not , cannot long ...
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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
Populaire passages
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...