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الصفحة 12
... wise ; The mind that thought for Britain's weal , The hand , that grasp'd the victor steel ? The vernal sun new life bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But vainly , vainly may he shine , Where Glory 12 INTRODUCTION.
... wise ; The mind that thought for Britain's weal , The hand , that grasp'd the victor steel ? The vernal sun new life bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But vainly , vainly may he shine , Where Glory 12 INTRODUCTION.
الصفحة 16
... sleeps below : And , if thou mourn'st they could not save From error him who owns this grave , Be every harsher thought suppress'd , And sacred be the last long rest . Here , where the end of earthly things Lays heroes 16 INTRODUCTION.
... sleeps below : And , if thou mourn'st they could not save From error him who owns this grave , Be every harsher thought suppress'd , And sacred be the last long rest . Here , where the end of earthly things Lays heroes 16 INTRODUCTION.
الصفحة 19
... thought to human pride ! — The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , " Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems ...
... thought to human pride ! — The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , " Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems ...
الصفحة 33
... thought upon his cheek Did deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache , and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age ; His square - turn'd ...
... thought upon his cheek Did deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache , and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age ; His square - turn'd ...
الصفحة 44
... thought'st so goodly fair , " He might not brook the northern air . " More of his fate if thou would'st learn , 66 66 " I left him sick in Lindisfarn : Enough of him . - But , Heron , say , Why does thy lovely lady gay " Disdain to ...
... thought'st so goodly fair , " He might not brook the northern air . " More of his fate if thou would'st learn , 66 66 " I left him sick in Lindisfarn : Enough of him . - But , Heron , say , Why does thy lovely lady gay " Disdain to ...
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Abbess ancient Angus armour arms band banner Baron battle beneath bold brand castle chapel Christmas Clare dame dark death deep Douglas Dukes of Normandy e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh English fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes fought Gawaine gentle grace grave grim Guenever hail'd hall hand hath head heard heart heaven holy Holy Island horse host Introduction to Canto James IV King James King's knight Lady lance land light Lindesay Lindisfarn Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry Monarch monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Norham Castle Note o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance plain Queene Guenever rest round royal rude scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shield Sir David Sir Launcelot spear spoke squire St Cuthbert steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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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.