Marmion, and The lord of the Isles. With intr. and notes by F.T. Palgrave. From the Globe ed. of Scott's poetical works |
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... knights ; or when , A sinful man , and unconfess'd , He took the Sangreal's holy quest , And , slumbering , saw the vision high , He might not view with waking eye . The mightiest chiefs of British song Scorn'd not such legends to ...
... knights ; or when , A sinful man , and unconfess'd , He took the Sangreal's holy quest , And , slumbering , saw the vision high , He might not view with waking eye . The mightiest chiefs of British song Scorn'd not such legends to ...
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... knight of the North Country , Which leads a lusty plump of spears . ' Flodden Field . His bugle - horn he blew ; The warder hasted from the wall , And warn'd the Captain in the hall , For well the blast he knew ; And joyfully that knight ...
... knight of the North Country , Which leads a lusty plump of spears . ' Flodden Field . His bugle - horn he blew ; The warder hasted from the wall , And warn'd the Captain in the hall , For well the blast he knew ; And joyfully that knight ...
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... Spurs on his mettl Before the dark Beneath the sable ; That closed the Ca * This word proper water - fowl ; but is ap body of horse : - " There is a knight Which leads a fust B B INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND . TO THE REV 14 ...
... Spurs on his mettl Before the dark Beneath the sable ; That closed the Ca * This word proper water - fowl ; but is ap body of horse : - " There is a knight Which leads a fust B B INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND . TO THE REV 14 ...
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... Knight replied , " No bird , whose feathers gaily flaunt , Delights in cage to bide : Norham is grim and grated close , Hemm'd in by battlement and fosse , And many a darksome tower ; And better loves my lady bright To sit in liberty ...
... Knight replied , " No bird , whose feathers gaily flaunt , Delights in cage to bide : Norham is grim and grated close , Hemm'd in by battlement and fosse , And many a darksome tower ; And better loves my lady bright To sit in liberty ...
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... Knight of the crest of gold ! A blazon'd shield , in battle won , Ne'er guarded heart so bold . ' XII . They marshall'd him to the Castle - hall , Where the guests stood all aside , And loudly flourish'd the trumpet - call , And the ...
... Knight of the crest of gold ! A blazon'd shield , in battle won , Ne'er guarded heart so bold . ' XII . They marshall'd him to the Castle - hall , Where the guests stood all aside , And loudly flourish'd the trumpet - call , And the ...
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ancient arms band battle bear beneath blood bold bore brow Bruce called castle cause changed charge close command course dark death deep Douglas Earl Edward England English face fair fame fear fell field fight fire followers force gave given grace hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hold holy horse host hour Isles James John King knight Lady land light look Lord Lord Marmion Lorn loud maid Marmion meet morning mountain never noble notes o'er once pass plain raised rest rock rose round royal rude Saint scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd seen shore side sight soon sound spear spoke stood strong sword tale tell thee thou thought tide told took tower train wake wave wild wind
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الصفحة 53 - 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 68 - 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...
الصفحة 14 - 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 72 - They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly: And stainless Tunstall's banner white, And Edmund Howard's lion bright, Still bear them bravely in the fight; Although against them come, Of gallant Gordons many a one, And many a stubborn Highlandman, And many a rugged Border clan, With Huntly, and with Home.
الصفحة 53 - 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 10 - 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 107 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
الصفحة 53 - 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 73 - 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 11 - NELSON'S shrine ; And vainly pierce the solemn gloom, That shrouds, O PITT, thy hallowed tomb ! Deep graved in every British heart, O never let those names depart ! Say to your sons, — Lo, here his grave, Who victor died on Gadite wave; To him, as to the burning levin.