Marmion, by sir W. Scott. With all his intrs., and the editor's notes. Illustr. by B. Foster and J. Gilbert |
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... peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's maddening sound , But still , upon the hallow'd day , Convoke the swains to praise and pray ; While faith and civil peace are dear , Grace this cold marble with a tear , — He who ...
... peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's maddening sound , But still , upon the hallow'd day , Convoke the swains to praise and pray ; While faith and civil peace are dear , Grace this cold marble with a tear , — He who ...
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... peace on earth , good - will to men ; " If ever from an English heart , O , here let prejudice depart , And , partial feeling cast aside , Record , that Fox a Briton died ! When Europe crouched to France's yoke , And Austria bent , and ...
... peace on earth , good - will to men ; " If ever from an English heart , O , here let prejudice depart , And , partial feeling cast aside , Record , that Fox a Briton died ! When Europe crouched to France's yoke , And Austria bent , and ...
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... peace ; when nane of that country lippened [ expected ] such a thing . " - The Blind Baron's Comfort " consists in a string of puns on the word Blythe , the name of the lands thus despoiled . Like John Littlewit , he had a conceit left ...
... peace ; when nane of that country lippened [ expected ] such a thing . " - The Blind Baron's Comfort " consists in a string of puns on the word Blythe , the name of the lands thus despoiled . Like John Littlewit , he had a conceit left ...
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... peace I go , A friendly messenger , to know , Why through all Scotland , near and far , Their King is mustering troops for war , The sight of plundering Border spears Might justify suspicious fears , And deadly feud , or thirst of spoil ...
... peace I go , A friendly messenger , to know , Why through all Scotland , near and far , Their King is mustering troops for war , The sight of plundering Border spears Might justify suspicious fears , And deadly feud , or thirst of spoil ...
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... peace my bosom bring , Or bid it throb no more ! " ΧΧΧ . And now the midnight draught of sleep , Where wine and spices richly steep , In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents on knee . Lord Marmion drank a fair good rest , The ...
... peace my bosom bring , Or bid it throb no more ! " ΧΧΧ . And now the midnight draught of sleep , Where wine and spices richly steep , In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents on knee . Lord Marmion drank a fair good rest , The ...
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Marmion, By Sir W. Scott. With All His Intrs., And The Editor's Notes ... Bart ) Walter Scott (Sir Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2018 |
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band Baron battle battle of Flodden beneath BIRKET FOSTER blast bold Border Bothwell called castle Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh English ETTRICK FOREST fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy Holy Island honour horse host Introduction to Canto James IV JOHN GILBERT King James King's knight Lady land Lindesay Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd minstrel Minstrelsy monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance plain proud rode round royal rude scarce Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Sida 341 - 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 43 - O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, ' Here let their discord with them die. Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Sida 342 - Marmion reach'd his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. " Horse ! horse ! " the Douglas cried, " and chase ! " But soon he rein'd his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.
Sida 367 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And — "Stanley!" was the cry; — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye: With dying hand, above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
Sida 369 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell.
Sida 270 - 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 362 - 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 365 - 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.
Sida 213 - Marmion's rank. That Castle rises on the steep Of the green vale of Tyne : And far beneath, where slow they creep From pool to eddy, dark and deep, Where alders moist and willows weep, You hear her streams repine. The towers in different ages rose ; Their various architecture shows The builders' various hands ; A mighty mass,-that could oppose, When deadliest hatred fired its foes, The vengeful Douglas bands.
Sida 96 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.