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... king ( James V , then a minor ) was hea- vily displeased , and would fain have been out of their hands , if he might ... king's own secret servants , which was received very thankfully by the Laird of Buccleuch , who was very glad ...
... king ( James V , then a minor ) was hea- vily displeased , and would fain have been out of their hands , if he might ... king's own secret servants , which was received very thankfully by the Laird of Buccleuch , who was very glad ...
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... King Ferdinand . -D'Autun on learned Incredulity , p . 45. These Spa- of judicial astrology , alchemy , physiognomy , and chi - nish schools of magic are celebrated also by the Italian romancy . Hence he passed among his contemporaries ...
... King Ferdinand . -D'Autun on learned Incredulity , p . 45. These Spa- of judicial astrology , alchemy , physiognomy , and chi - nish schools of magic are celebrated also by the Italian romancy . Hence he passed among his contemporaries ...
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... king was about to return a contemptuous refusal to his demand , when Michael besought him to suspend his resolution till he had seen his horse stamp three times . The first stamp shook every steeple in Paris , and caused all the bells ...
... king was about to return a contemptuous refusal to his demand , when Michael besought him to suspend his resolution till he had seen his horse stamp three times . The first stamp shook every steeple in Paris , and caused all the bells ...
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... king's majesty , or otherwise to be defaced , and taken from the profits of the And in like enemy . manner the house of Carlaverock to be used . » > Re- Lord William Howard , third son of Thomas Duke of Norfolk , succeeded to Naworth ...
... king's majesty , or otherwise to be defaced , and taken from the profits of the And in like enemy . manner the house of Carlaverock to be used . » > Re- Lord William Howard , third son of Thomas Duke of Norfolk , succeeded to Naworth ...
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... king of Scotland , came soon after to hunt in the royal forest , and pursued a buck from Ettrick - heuch to the glen now called Buckleuch , about two miles above the junction of Rankelburn with the river Ettrick . Here the stag stood at ...
... king of Scotland , came soon after to hunt in the royal forest , and pursued a buck from Ettrick - heuch to the glen now called Buckleuch , about two miles above the junction of Rankelburn with the river Ettrick . Here the stag stood at ...
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Sida 138 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Sida 126 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Sida 92 - 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...
Sida 88 - 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 thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword) I tell thee thou'rt defied!
Sida 92 - 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.
Sida xxvi - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied : And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the latest minstrel sung.
Sida 150 - I come with banner, brand, and bow, As leader seeks his mortal foe. For love-lorn swain, in lady's bower, Ne'er panted for the appointed hour, As I, until before me stand This rebel Chieftain and his band !
Sida 88 - Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride, I warrant him a warrior tried.
Sida 92 - Then it was truth," — he said — "I knew That the dark presage must be true. — I would the Fiend, to whom belongs The vengeance due to all her wrongs, Would spare me but a day ! For wasting fire, and dying groan, And priests slain on the altar stone, Might bribe him for delay. It may not be ! — this dizzy trance — Curse on yon base marauder's lance, And doubly cursed my failing brand ! A sinful heart makes feeble hand.
Sida 151 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard ; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintain'd unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood ; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.