MarmionScott, Foresman, 1899 - 355 من الصفحات |
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... hold which this poetry took upon the minds of ordinary men . " I have heard , " he says , " of two old men - complete strangers - passing each other on a dark London night , when one of them happened to be repeating to himself , just as ...
... hold which this poetry took upon the minds of ordinary men . " I have heard , " he says , " of two old men - complete strangers - passing each other on a dark London night , when one of them happened to be repeating to himself , just as ...
الصفحة 41
... hold upon the age when it was written . In so doing , we may discover indirectly some of the reasons why it still retains a large portion of its popularity , and perhaps arrive at some grounds of judgment by which we may test its right ...
... hold upon the age when it was written . In so doing , we may discover indirectly some of the reasons why it still retains a large portion of its popularity , and perhaps arrive at some grounds of judgment by which we may test its right ...
الصفحة 49
... hold a court of inquisition upon two offenders against the church , one a runaway nun , the other a common malefactor . The first proves to be the page of whom Sir Hugh has spoken . Lured from the convent of St. Hilda by Marmion ...
... hold a court of inquisition upon two offenders against the church , one a runaway nun , the other a common malefactor . The first proves to be the page of whom Sir Hugh has spoken . Lured from the convent of St. Hilda by Marmion ...
الصفحة 68
... holds its sway ; How on the ancient minstrel strain Time lays his palsied hand in vain ; And how our hearts at doughty deeds , By warriors wrought in steely weeds , Still throb for fear and pity's sake ; As when the Champion of the Lake ...
... holds its sway ; How on the ancient minstrel strain Time lays his palsied hand in vain ; And how our hearts at doughty deeds , By warriors wrought in steely weeds , Still throb for fear and pity's sake ; As when the Champion of the Lake ...
الصفحة 79
... Hold . 5 He led Lord Marmion to the deas , Raised o'er the pavement high , And placed him in the upper place— They feasted full and high : The whiles a Northern harper rude 10 Chanted a rhyme of deadly feud , " How the fierce Thirwalls ...
... Hold . 5 He led Lord Marmion to the deas , Raised o'er the pavement high , And placed him in the upper place— They feasted full and high : The whiles a Northern harper rude 10 Chanted a rhyme of deadly feud , " How the fierce Thirwalls ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Abbess ancient Angus arms Ashestiel band banner battle battle of Flodden beneath Berwickshire Blount bold Border castle church Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest Faerie Queene fair falchion fell Fitz-Eustace Flodden fought grave hall hand hath heard heart heaven Henry Henry VIII Hilda hill holy horse Intro INTRODUCTION TO CANTO James James IV King knight Lady lake land Lindesay Lindisfarne look Lord Marmion mark'd Minstrel monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Northumberland o'er Palmer pass'd peace Perchance poem poet poetry romance round royal rude Saint Saint Hilda scarce Scot Scotland Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir Walter Scott spear squire steed stood sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower train Twas Tweed VIII Whitby Whitby's wild WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY Wilton XVIII XXII XXIII XXIV XXIX XXVI XXVII
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الصفحة 214 - 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...
الصفحة 216 - 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?
الصفحة 215 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
الصفحة 215 - 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 bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 214 - He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
الصفحة 285 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And — STANLEY ! was the cry : — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye : With dying hand, above his head, He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
الصفحة 282 - 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...
الصفحة 61 - Yes, prattlers, yes. The daisy's flower Again shall paint your summer bower ; Again the hawthorn shall supply The garlands you delight to tie ; The lambs upon the lea shall bound, The wild birds carol to the round, And while you frolic light as they, Too short shall seem the summer day.
الصفحة 284 - Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said—" I knew That the dark presage must be true.
الصفحة 98 - By lone St. Mary's silent lake; Thou know'st it well — nor fen nor sedge Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue Each hill's huge outline you may view...