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الصفحة 19
... living men , " Where wilt thou find their like agen ? ' Rest , ardent Spirits ! till the cries Of dying Nature bid you rise ; Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse ; Then , O , how impotent and vain ...
... living men , " Where wilt thou find their like agen ? ' Rest , ardent Spirits ! till the cries Of dying Nature bid you rise ; Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse ; Then , O , how impotent and vain ...
الصفحة 54
... and , sooth to tell , " He murmur'd on till morn , howe'er " No living mortal could be near . " Sometimes I thought I heard it plain , " As other voices spoke again . " I cannot tell - I like it not- " 54 Canto I MARMION .
... and , sooth to tell , " He murmur'd on till morn , howe'er " No living mortal could be near . " Sometimes I thought I heard it plain , " As other voices spoke again . " I cannot tell - I like it not- " 54 Canto I MARMION .
الصفحة 74
... living thing conceal'd might lie ; Nor point , retiring , hides a dell , Where swain , or woodman lone , might dwell ; There's nothing left to fancy's guess , You see that all is loneliness : And silence aids - though the steep hills ...
... living thing conceal'd might lie ; Nor point , retiring , hides a dell , Where swain , or woodman lone , might dwell ; There's nothing left to fancy's guess , You see that all is loneliness : And silence aids - though the steep hills ...
الصفحة 115
... living tomb , " Ye vassal slaves of bloody Rome ! " If Marmion's late remorse should wake , " Full soon such vengeance will he take , " That you shall wish the fiery Dane " Had rather been your guest again . " Behind , a darker hour ...
... living tomb , " Ye vassal slaves of bloody Rome ! " If Marmion's late remorse should wake , " Full soon such vengeance will he take , " That you shall wish the fiery Dane " Had rather been your guest again . " Behind , a darker hour ...
الصفحة 153
... living closed the tomb : But , tired to hear the desperate maid Threaten by turns , beseech , upbraid ; And wroth , because , in wild despair , She practised on the life of Clare ; Its fugitive the Church he gave , Though not a victim ...
... living closed the tomb : But , tired to hear the desperate maid Threaten by turns , beseech , upbraid ; And wroth , because , in wild despair , She practised on the life of Clare ; Its fugitive the Church he gave , Though not a victim ...
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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.