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الصفحة 13
... told , scarce hid , Lent to her cheek a livelier red ; When the half sigh her swelling breast Against the silken ribbon prest ; When her blue eyes their secret told , Though shaded by her locks of gold- Where would you find the peerless ...
... told , scarce hid , Lent to her cheek a livelier red ; When the half sigh her swelling breast Against the silken ribbon prest ; When her blue eyes their secret told , Though shaded by her locks of gold- Where would you find the peerless ...
الصفحة 25
... told Some fairy , sure , had chang'd the child , That wont to be so free and bold . white horse.- XIII . Whitslade the Hawk , and Headshaw came , And warriors more than I may name ; From Yarrow - cleugh to Hindhaugh- swair , From ...
... told Some fairy , sure , had chang'd the child , That wont to be so free and bold . white horse.- XIII . Whitslade the Hawk , and Headshaw came , And warriors more than I may name ; From Yarrow - cleugh to Hindhaugh- swair , From ...
الصفحة 41
... Told how he fled at Solway strife , And how Hob Armstrong cheer'd his wife ; Riot and clamour wild began ; Back to the hall the Urchin ran ; Took in a darkling nook his post , And grinn'd , and mutter'd , ' Lost ! lost ! lost ! ' X. By ...
... Told how he fled at Solway strife , And how Hob Armstrong cheer'd his wife ; Riot and clamour wild began ; Back to the hall the Urchin ran ; Took in a darkling nook his post , And grinn'd , and mutter'd , ' Lost ! lost ! lost ! ' X. By ...
الصفحة 45
... told ; And yet , as it came on apace , Each one could scarce his neighbour's face , Could scarce his Own stretch'd hand behold . A secret horror check'd the feast , And chill'd the soul of every guest ; Even the high Dame stood ...
... told ; And yet , as it came on apace , Each one could scarce his neighbour's face , Could scarce his Own stretch'd hand behold . A secret horror check'd the feast , And chill'd the soul of every guest ; Even the high Dame stood ...
الصفحة 52
... told in this species of elegiac verse . In the dilemma occasioned by this ob- jection , the idea occurred to the Author of using the measured short line , which forms the structure of so much minstrel poetry , that it may be properly ...
... told in this species of elegiac verse . In the dilemma occasioned by this ob- jection , the idea occurred to the Author of using the measured short line , which forms the structure of so much minstrel poetry , that it may be properly ...
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ancient arms band bard Barnard Castle battle battle of Methven beneath blood blood-hound bold Border bower brave breast brow Bruce called castle chief clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fight fire gallant gave grace grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy horse hound Isles James John King knight lady land light Loch Katrine Lord Marmion Lorn loud maid mark'd minstrel monarch Mortham moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Norham NOTE o'er pass'd pride Risingham rock Rokeby round rude Saint Scotland Scott Scottish Scottish Border seem'd show'd slain song sought sound spear steed stern stone stood sword tale tell thee thine Thomas the Rhymer thou tide tower turn'd Twas warriors wave ween wild
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الصفحة 39 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
الصفحة 142 - River where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
الصفحة 143 - The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
الصفحة 142 - O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" "I long woo'd 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 160 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
الصفحة 143 - 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 143 - 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 142 - Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) 'O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...
الصفحة 768 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. " 'Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' * * * " 'Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' 'The gray-headed sexton That delves the grave duly.' * * * "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
الصفحة 31 - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.