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... vainly , vainly may he shine Where Glory weeps o'er NELSON'S shrine , And vainly pierce the solemn gloom That shrouds , O PITT , thy hallowed tomb ! 40 50 60 Deep graved in every British heart , Oh , never INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FIRST . II.
... vainly , vainly may he shine Where Glory weeps o'er NELSON'S shrine , And vainly pierce the solemn gloom That shrouds , O PITT , thy hallowed tomb ! 40 50 60 Deep graved in every British heart , Oh , never INTRODUCTION TO CANTO FIRST . II.
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Walter Scott William James Rolfe. Deep graved in every British heart , Oh , never let those names depart ! Say to your sons , - Lo , here his grave Who victor died on Gadite wave ! To him , as to the burning levin , Short , bright ...
Walter Scott William James Rolfe. Deep graved in every British heart , Oh , never let those names depart ! Say to your sons , - Lo , here his grave Who victor died on Gadite wave ! To him , as to the burning levin , Short , bright ...
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... deep , And Cheviot's mountains lone ; The battled towers , the donjon keep , The loophole grates where captives weep , The flanking walls that round it sweep , In yellow lustre shone . The warriors on the turrets high , Moving athwart the.
... deep , And Cheviot's mountains lone ; The battled towers , the donjon keep , The loophole grates where captives weep , The flanking walls that round it sweep , In yellow lustre shone . The warriors on the turrets high , Moving athwart the.
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... deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age , His square - turned joints and strength of limb ...
... deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age , His square - turned joints and strength of limb ...
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... back to peace my bosom bring , Or bid it throb no more ! ' XXX . And now the midnight draught of sleep , Where wine and spices richly steep , 500 510 In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents 38 CANTO I MARMION .
... back to peace my bosom bring , Or bid it throb no more ! ' XXX . And now the midnight draught of sleep , Where wine and spices richly steep , 500 510 In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents 38 CANTO I MARMION .
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Sida 156 - 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 156 - 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 214 - The border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Sida 157 - 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 201 - 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 155 - 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 unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Sida 200 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." 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 156 - 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 133 - 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 thundercloud. 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 217 - 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.