MarmionScott, Foresman, 1899 - 355 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 13
... : " We've stood here an hour by the Tron , hinny , and deil a ane has speered1 our price . " Though Scott never made a legal reputation , either 1 Asked . as pleader at the bar or as an authority upon LIFE OF SCOTT 13.
... : " We've stood here an hour by the Tron , hinny , and deil a ane has speered1 our price . " Though Scott never made a legal reputation , either 1 Asked . as pleader at the bar or as an authority upon LIFE OF SCOTT 13.
الصفحة 19
... stood at the head of the clan Scott , and toward its representative the poet always held himself in an attitude of feudal reverence . The Duke of Buccleugh was his " chief , " entitled to demand from him both passive loyalty and active ...
... stood at the head of the clan Scott , and toward its representative the poet always held himself in an attitude of feudal reverence . The Duke of Buccleugh was his " chief , " entitled to demand from him both passive loyalty and active ...
الصفحة 63
... stood ; 5 Each call for needful rest repell'd , With dying hand the rudder held , Till , in his fall , with fateful sway , The steerage of the realm gave way ! Then , while on Britain's thousand plains , 10 One unpolluted church remains ...
... stood ; 5 Each call for needful rest repell'd , With dying hand the rudder held , Till , in his fall , with fateful sway , The steerage of the realm gave way ! Then , while on Britain's thousand plains , 10 One unpolluted church remains ...
الصفحة 65
... Stood for his country's glory fast , And nail'd her colours to the mast ! Heaven , to reward his firmness , gave A portion in his honour'd grave , And ne'er held marble in its trust 40 Of two such wondrous men the dust . ΧΙ With more ...
... Stood for his country's glory fast , And nail'd her colours to the mast ! Heaven , to reward his firmness , gave A portion in his honour'd grave , And ne'er held marble in its trust 40 Of two such wondrous men the dust . ΧΙ With more ...
الصفحة 77
... Stood in the Castle - yard ; Minstrels and trumpeters were there , The gunner held his linstock yare , For welcome - shot prepared : 10 Enter'd the train , and such a clang , As then through all his turrets rang , Old Norham never heard ...
... Stood in the Castle - yard ; Minstrels and trumpeters were there , The gunner held his linstock yare , For welcome - shot prepared : 10 Enter'd the train , and such a clang , As then through all his turrets rang , Old Norham never heard ...
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
مقاطع مشهورة
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...