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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... tide of ecstasy ! — It will not be - it may not last- The vision of enchantment's past : Like frostwork in the morning ray , The fancied fabric melts away ; Each Gothic arch , memorial - stone , And long , dim , lofty aisle , are gone ...
... tide of ecstasy ! — It will not be - it may not last- The vision of enchantment's past : Like frostwork in the morning ray , The fancied fabric melts away ; Each Gothic arch , memorial - stone , And long , dim , lofty aisle , are gone ...
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... tide , And we can neither hunt , nor ride A foray on the Scottish side . The vow'd revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in worse than loss of hood . Let Friar John , in safety , still In chimney - corner snore his fill , Roast hissing ...
... tide , And we can neither hunt , nor ride A foray on the Scottish side . The vow'd revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in worse than loss of hood . Let Friar John , in safety , still In chimney - corner snore his fill , Roast hissing ...
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... tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . " But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair St Andrews bound , Within the ocean - cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn of ...
... tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . " But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair St Andrews bound , Within the ocean - cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn of ...
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... tide lay : The wolf I've seen , a fiercer game , ( The neighbouring dingle bears his name , ) With lurching step around me prowl , And stop , against the moon to howl ; The mountain - boar , on battle set , His tusks upon my stem would ...
... tide lay : The wolf I've seen , a fiercer game , ( The neighbouring dingle bears his name , ) With lurching step around me prowl , And stop , against the moon to howl ; The mountain - boar , on battle set , His tusks upon my stem would ...
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... tide lay : The wolf I've seen , a fiercer game , ( The neighbouring dingle bears his name , ) With lurching step around me prowl , And stop , against the moon to howl ; The mountain - boar , on battle set , His tusks upon my stem would ...
... tide lay : The wolf I've seen , a fiercer game , ( The neighbouring dingle bears his name , ) With lurching step around me prowl , And stop , against the moon to howl ; The mountain - boar , on battle set , His tusks upon my stem would ...
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Abbess ancient Argentine arms band banner battle battle of Flodden beneath bold bore bower brand brave breast bright Brodick brow Bruce CANTO castle Clare Colonsay dark deep Douglas Earl Edward Edward Bruce Eigg England English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fcap fear fell fierce fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden gallant glance grace hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy Holy Island horse host Isabel Island Isles James King knight Lady lance land light lonely 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 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 Twas vex'd wake warriors 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.