Poetical WorksH. Frowde, 1908 - 970 sidor |
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Sida 18
... fight nor flee ; For when the Red - Cross spied he , The boy strove long and violently . ' Now , by St. George , ' the archer cries , ' Edward , methinks we have a prize ! This boy's fair face , and courage free , Show he is come of ...
... fight nor flee ; For when the Red - Cross spied he , The boy strove long and violently . ' Now , by St. George , ' the archer cries , ' Edward , methinks we have a prize ! This boy's fair face , and courage free , Show he is come of ...
Sida 29
... fight ; A gauntlet at their feet he laid , And thus the terms of fight he said : If in the lists good Musgrave's sword Vanquish the Knight of Deloraine , Your youthful chieftain , Branksome's Lord , • Shall hostage for his clan remain ...
... fight ; A gauntlet at their feet he laid , And thus the terms of fight he said : If in the lists good Musgrave's sword Vanquish the Knight of Deloraine , Your youthful chieftain , Branksome's Lord , • Shall hostage for his clan remain ...
Sida 30
... fight they stood , And tuneful hands were stain'd with blood ; Where still the thorn's white branches wave , Memorial o'er his rival's grave . XXXV . Why should I tell the rigid doom That dragg'd my master to his tomb ; How Ousenam's ...
... fight they stood , And tuneful hands were stain'd with blood ; Where still the thorn's white branches wave , Memorial o'er his rival's grave . XXXV . Why should I tell the rigid doom That dragg'd my master to his tomb ; How Ousenam's ...
Sida 32
... fight was ta'en ' Twixt Musgrave and stout Delo- raine ; And how the Ladye pray'd them dear , That all would stay the fight to see , And deign , in love and courtesy , To taste of Branksome cheer . Nor , while they bade to feast each ...
... fight was ta'en ' Twixt Musgrave and stout Delo- raine ; And how the Ladye pray'd them dear , That all would stay the fight to see , And deign , in love and courtesy , To taste of Branksome cheer . Nor , while they bade to feast each ...
Sida 34
... fight for Deloraine , thought Their erring passion might have wrought Sorrow , and sin , and shame ; And death to Cranstoun's gallant Knight , And to the gentle ladye bright Disgrace and loss of fame . But earthly spirit could not tell ...
... fight for Deloraine , thought Their erring passion might have wrought Sorrow , and sin , and shame ; And death to Cranstoun's gallant Knight , And to the gentle ladye bright Disgrace and loss of fame . But earthly spirit could not tell ...
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ancient arms band bard Barnard Castle battle battle of Methven beneath blood bold bower brave breast bright brow Bruce called castle Chap chief clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fate fear fell fight fire gallant glance glen grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy honour horse Isles John King King's knight lady land light Loch Katrine Lord Lorn loud maid maiden mark'd Marmion minstrel morning Mortham moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Norham NOTE o'er pass'd pibroch pride Risingham rock Rokeby round rude Saint Scotland Scottish seem'd slain song sought sound spear steed stern stone stood sword tale tell thee thine Thomas the Rhymer thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
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Sida 141 - 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 ? XIII.
Sida 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.
Sida 140 - 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...
Sida 141 - 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 !
Sida 15 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; In halls, in gay attire is seen ; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Sida 232 - 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. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber, Red...
Sida 705 - WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day, All. the jolly chase is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear ! Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Sida 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.
Sida 208 - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle; Round many an insulated mass, The native bulwarks of the pass, Huge as the tower which builders vain Presumptuous piled on Shinar's plain.
Sida 208 - Where glist'ning streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue ; So wondrous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream.