The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Volym 3James Eastburn & Company, 1818 |
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... of enchantment's past : Like frost - work in the morning ray , The fancied fabric melts away ; Each Gothic arch , memorial stone , And long , dim , lofty aisle are gone , And , lingering last , deception dear , The choir's 18 INTRODUCTION.
... of enchantment's past : Like frost - work in the morning ray , The fancied fabric melts away ; Each Gothic arch , memorial stone , And long , dim , lofty aisle are gone , And , lingering last , deception dear , The choir's 18 INTRODUCTION.
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... morning tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . - " But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair Saint Andrew's bound , Within the ocean cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to ...
... morning tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . - " But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair Saint Andrew's bound , Within the ocean cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to ...
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... morning rites were done , ( A hasty mass from Friar John , ) And knight and squire had broke their fast , On rich substantial repast , Lord Marmion's bugle blew to horse . Then came the stirrup - cup in course ; Between the Baron and ...
... morning rites were done , ( A hasty mass from Friar John , ) And knight and squire had broke their fast , On rich substantial repast , Lord Marmion's bugle blew to horse . Then came the stirrup - cup in course ; Between the Baron and ...
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... morning clouds , that pass , With varying shadow , o'er the grass , And imitate , on field and furrow , Life's chequered scene of joy and sorrow ; Like streamlet of the mountain north , Now in a torrent racing forth , Now winding slow ...
... morning clouds , that pass , With varying shadow , o'er the grass , And imitate , on field and furrow , Life's chequered scene of joy and sorrow ; Like streamlet of the mountain north , Now in a torrent racing forth , Now winding slow ...
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... , Would dreams of terror intervene : Eustace did ne'er so blithely mark The first notes of the morning lark . * Used by old poets for went . END OF CANTO THIRD . MARMION . CANTO FOURTH . ΤΟ JAMES SKENE , Esq 118 Canto III . MARMION .
... , Would dreams of terror intervene : Eustace did ne'er so blithely mark The first notes of the morning lark . * Used by old poets for went . END OF CANTO THIRD . MARMION . CANTO FOURTH . ΤΟ JAMES SKENE , Esq 118 Canto III . MARMION .
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Abbess ancient Angus arms array band banner battle battle of Flodden beneath blast bold Bothwell called CANTO castle chapel Clare cross Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas E'en e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar England English Ettricke Forest Eustace fair falcon falcon crest fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island honoured horse host James IV King James king's knight lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarn look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Note o'er Palmer passed Perchance plain pray rest round royal rude Saint scarce Scotland Scottish shield Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide tower train Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Sida 180 - 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,
Sida 180 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; 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.
Sida 179 - Eske 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.
Sida 236 - Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line : So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — 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 251 - 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 234 - But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms and thus he spoke : " My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Be open at my Sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer, My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation stone, The hand of Douglas is his own ; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Sida 179 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword 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.
Sida 152 - Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Sida 254 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII. With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch, the gushing wound: The Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!
Sida 234 - 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!