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... Saint George's banner , broad and gay , Now faded , as the fading ray Less bright , and less , was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the Donjon Tower , So heavily it hung . The scouts had parted on their search ...
... Saint George's banner , broad and gay , Now faded , as the fading ray Less bright , and less , was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the Donjon Tower , So heavily it hung . The scouts had parted on their search ...
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... Saint Rosalie retired to God . XXIV . " To stout Saint George of Norwich merry , Saint Thomas , too , of Canterbury , Cuthbert of Durham and Saint Bede , For his sins ' pardon hath he pray'd . He knows the passes of the North , And ...
... Saint Rosalie retired to God . XXIV . " To stout Saint George of Norwich merry , Saint Thomas , too , of Canterbury , Cuthbert of Durham and Saint Bede , For his sins ' pardon hath he pray'd . He knows the passes of the North , And ...
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... saint , I'll pay his meed , Instead of cockle - shell or bead , With angels fair and good . I love such holy ... Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn of day , Sung to the billows ' sound ; Thence to Saint Fillan's blessed ...
... saint , I'll pay his meed , Instead of cockle - shell or bead , With angels fair and good . I love such holy ... Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn of day , Sung to the billows ' sound ; Thence to Saint Fillan's blessed ...
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... Saint Mary grant , that cave or spring Could back to peace my bosom bring , Or bid it throb no more ! " XXX . And now the midnight draught of sleep , Where wine and spices richly steep , In massive bowl of silver deep , The page ...
... Saint Mary grant , that cave or spring Could back to peace my bosom bring , Or bid it throb no more ! " XXX . And now the midnight draught of sleep , Where wine and spices richly steep , In massive bowl of silver deep , The page ...
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... Saint 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 ...
... Saint 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 ...
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Abbess ancient Angus Argentine arms band banner battle battle of Flodden beneath bold bore brand brave breast bright Brodick brow Bruce castle Clare command dark deep Douglas Earl Edward Edward Bruce England English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fcap fear fell fierce fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden gallant glance hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy Holy Island horse host Isabel Isles James John de Menteith King knight Lady lance land light Lord Marmion Lord Ronald Lorn loud maid mark'd minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle o'er pass'd plain rock rode round royal rude Saint Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield shore show'd Sir Launcelot slain Somerled spear squire steed stern stood strife sword tale Tamworth tell thee thine thou tide tower train Twas vex'd wake warriors wave wild
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الصفحة 74 - I tell thee thou'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!
الصفحة 59 - 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 60 - 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 79 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie ; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield : Edmund is down : — my life is reft ; The Admiral alone is left. Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. — Must I bid twice ? — hence, varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
الصفحة 16 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone ; The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loophole grates where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
الصفحة 35 - Whose doom discording neighbours sought, Content with equity unbought ; To him the venerable Priest, Our frequent and familiar guest, Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint ; Alas ! whose speech too oft I broke With gambol rude and timeless joke : For I was wayward, bold, and wild, A self-will'd imp, a grandame's child, But half a plague, and half a jest, Was still endured, beloved, caress'd.
الصفحة 48 - Of all the palaces so fair, Built for the royal dwelling In Scotland, far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling; And in its park, in jovial June, How sweet the merry linnet's tune, How blithe the blackbird's lay! The wild buck bells from ferny brake, The coot dives merry on the lake, The saddest heart might pleasure take To see all nature gay.
الصفحة 81 - Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field, Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! XXXV Day dawns upon the mountain's side.
الصفحة 12 - Their summer gambols tell, and mourn, And anxious ask, — Will Spring return, And birds and lambs again be gay, And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray ? 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 74 - Douglas' head ! And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate : And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in...