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... knight should ne'er be heard in vain . XIV . " Now , good Lord Marmion , " Heron says , " Of your fair courtesy , The rest of this old ballad may be found in the note . " I pray you bide some little space " In Canto I. 41 THE CASTLE .
... knight should ne'er be heard in vain . XIV . " Now , good Lord Marmion , " Heron says , " Of your fair courtesy , The rest of this old ballad may be found in the note . " I pray you bide some little space " In Canto I. 41 THE CASTLE .
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... Must menial service do ; While horns blow out a note of shame , And monks cry " Fye upon your name ! " In wrath , for loss of sylvan game , " Saint Hilda's priest ye slew . " " This , on Ascension - day , each year 96 MARMION . Canto II .
... Must menial service do ; While horns blow out a note of shame , And monks cry " Fye upon your name ! " In wrath , for loss of sylvan game , " Saint Hilda's priest ye slew . " " This , on Ascension - day , each year 96 MARMION . Canto II .
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... marvell'd at the wonders told , - Pass'd them as accidents of course , And bade his clarions sound to horse . VOL . VI . Alias , Will o ' the Wisp . - See Note . N III . Young Henry Blount , meanwhile , the cost Canto IV . 193 THE CAMP .
... marvell'd at the wonders told , - Pass'd them as accidents of course , And bade his clarions sound to horse . VOL . VI . Alias , Will o ' the Wisp . - See Note . N III . Young Henry Blount , meanwhile , the cost Canto IV . 193 THE CAMP .
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... note , In living colours , blazon'd brave , The Lion , which his title gave . A train , which well beseem'd his state , But all unarm'd , around him wait . Still is thy name in high account , And still thy verse has charms , Sir David ...
... note , In living colours , blazon'd brave , The Lion , which his title gave . A train , which well beseem'd his state , But all unarm'd , around him wait . Still is thy name in high account , And still thy verse has charms , Sir David ...
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... 'd the Baron's rein to hold ; For each man that could draw a sword Had march'd that morning with their lord , * The pit , or prison vault . See Note . Earl Adam Hepburn , he who died On Flodden , 204 Canto IV . MARMION .
... 'd the Baron's rein to hold ; For each man that could draw a sword Had march'd that morning with their lord , * The pit , or prison vault . See Note . Earl Adam Hepburn , he who died On Flodden , 204 Canto IV . MARMION .
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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 6 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1830 |
The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 6 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1821 |
The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volym 6 Walter Scott Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1823 |
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band banner battle beneath blast bold Border Bothwell brand called CANTO castle chapel Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Eustace fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island horse host James IV King James King's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarn Lochinvar Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance Pitscottie plain rest rode round royal rude Saint Saint George scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shield Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire St Cuthbert steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide tower Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Sida 227 - With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. 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 268 - 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 377 - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Sida 266 - 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.
Sida 345 - Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire. "And this to me !" he said ; "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas
Sida 10 - So feeble trill'd the streamlet through : Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen, Through bush and brier, no longer green, An angry brook, it sweeps the glade, Brawls over rock and wild cascade, And, foaming brown with doubled speed, Hurries its waters to the Tweed.
Sida 373 - In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She died at Holy Isle."— Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound ; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents, from his wounded side. " 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.
Sida 346 - 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...
Sida 151 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Sida 346 - Lord Marmion turned — well was his need — And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending razed his plume.