MarmionHoughton, Mifflin, 1885 - 338 sidor |
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Sida 10
... wild cascade , And , foaming brown with double speed , Hurries its waters to the Tweed . No longer autumn's glowing red Upon our Forest hills is shed ; No more , beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam . Away ...
... wild cascade , And , foaming brown with double speed , Hurries its waters to the Tweed . No longer autumn's glowing red Upon our Forest hills is shed ; No more , beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam . Away ...
Sida 11
... wild birds carol to the round ; And while you frolic light as they , Too short shall seem the summer day . To mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings ; The genial call dead Nature hears , And in her glory reappears ...
... wild birds carol to the round ; And while you frolic light as they , Too short shall seem the summer day . To mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings ; The genial call dead Nature hears , And in her glory reappears ...
Sida 12
... wild mood full conquest gained , The pride , he would not crush , restrained , Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause , 70 80 90 And brought the freeman's arm to aid the freeman's laws . Hadst thou but lived , though stripped of ...
... wild mood full conquest gained , The pride , he would not crush , restrained , Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause , 70 80 90 And brought the freeman's arm to aid the freeman's laws . Hadst thou but lived , though stripped of ...
Sida 16
... wild , The gambols of each frolic child , Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters rushing on . Prompt on unequal tasks to run , Thus Nature disciplines her son : 210 220 230 Meeter , she says , for me to stray ...
... wild , The gambols of each frolic child , Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters rushing on . Prompt on unequal tasks to run , Thus Nature disciplines her son : 210 220 230 Meeter , she says , for me to stray ...
Sida 30
... wild falcon soar her swing , She ' ll stoop when she has tired her wing . ' - XVIII . ' Nay , if with Royal James's bride The lovely Lady Heron bide , 260 270 280 290 20 Behold me here a messenger , Your tender 30 CANTO I. MARMION .
... wild falcon soar her swing , She ' ll stoop when she has tired her wing . ' - XVIII . ' Nay , if with Royal James's bride The lovely Lady Heron bide , 260 270 280 290 20 Behold me here a messenger , Your tender 30 CANTO I. MARMION .
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abbess ancient Angus armor arms band battle battle of Flodden beneath bold Border bower called CANTO castle Clare cross dame dark deep Douglas Earl Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest fair fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden grace grave Guenever hall hand hath heard heart heaven Henry hill holy Holy Island honor horse James king king's knight Lady Lake land Lindesay Lindisfarne Lion Lockhart look Lord Marmion loud merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Northumberland o'er Palmer passed peace Perchance plain poem Post and Pair pursuivants reads rhyme round royal rude Saint Saint George Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scott says Scottish Shakespeare shield Sir Launcelot spear Spenser squire steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower train Tweed Whitby wild Wilton word
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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.