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الصفحة 13
... heard the fated thunder's sound , Till burst the bolt on yonder shore , Roll'd , blazed , destroy'd , —and was no more . Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth , Who bade the conqueror go forth , And launch'd that thunderbolt of war On ...
... heard the fated thunder's sound , Till burst the bolt on yonder shore , Roll'd , blazed , destroy'd , —and was no more . Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth , Who bade the conqueror go forth , And launch'd that thunderbolt of war On ...
الصفحة 19
... rise ; Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse ; Then , O , how impotent and vain This grateful tributary strain ! Though not unmark'd from northern clime , Ye heard the TO CANTO FIRST . 19.
... rise ; Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse ; Then , O , how impotent and vain This grateful tributary strain ! Though not unmark'd from northern clime , Ye heard the TO CANTO FIRST . 19.
الصفحة 20
... heard the Border Minstrel's rhyme : His Gothic harp has o'er you rung ; The Bard you deign'd to praise , your deathless names has sung . Stay yet , illusion , stay a while , My wilder'd fancy still beguile ! From this high theme how can ...
... heard the Border Minstrel's rhyme : His Gothic harp has o'er you rung ; The Bard you deign'd to praise , your deathless names has sung . Stay yet , illusion , stay a while , My wilder'd fancy still beguile ! From this high theme how can ...
الصفحة 26
... heard again Renew'd such legendary strain ; For thou hast sung , how He of Gaul , That Amadis so famed in hall , For Oriana , foil'd in fight The Necromancer's felon might ; And well in modern verse hast wove Partenopex's mystic love ...
... heard again Renew'd such legendary strain ; For thou hast sung , how He of Gaul , That Amadis so famed in hall , For Oriana , foil'd in fight The Necromancer's felon might ; And well in modern verse hast wove Partenopex's mystic love ...
الصفحة 37
... heard . X. The guards their morrice - pikes advanced , The trumpets flourish'd brave , The cannon from the ramparts glanced , And thundering welcome gave . A blithe salute , in martial sort , The minstrels well might sound , For , as ...
... heard . X. The guards their morrice - pikes advanced , The trumpets flourish'd brave , The cannon from the ramparts glanced , And thundering welcome gave . A blithe salute , in martial sort , The minstrels well might sound , For , as ...
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الصفحة 195 - With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
الصفحة 228 - 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.
الصفحة 322 - Dragg'd from among the horses' feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! .... Young Blount his...
الصفحة 114 - It was a barren scene and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled, But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall. I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade The sun in all its round surveyed...
الصفحة 229 - 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 324 - 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 226 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword 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.
الصفحة 330 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep, To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their King. But yet, though thick the shafts...
الصفحة 272 - All hailed, with uncontrolled delight, And general voice, the happy night, That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
الصفحة 129 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.