Marmion, and The lord of the Isles. With intr. and notes by F.T. Palgrave. From the Globe ed. of Scott's poetical works |
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... told us it is wrote , No conscience clear , and void of wrong , Can rest awake , and pray so long . Himself still sleeps before his beads Have mark'd ten aves , and creeds . " - XXVII . two " Let pass , " quoth Marmion ; " by my fay ...
... told us it is wrote , No conscience clear , and void of wrong , Can rest awake , and pray so long . Himself still sleeps before his beads Have mark'd ten aves , and creeds . " - XXVII . two " Let pass , " quoth Marmion ; " by my fay ...
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... - See what a woful look was given , As she raised up her eyes to heaven ! VII . Lovely , and gentle , and distress'd- These charms might tame the fiercest breast ; Harpers have sung , and poets told , That he 24 [ CANTO MARMION .
... - See what a woful look was given , As she raised up her eyes to heaven ! VII . Lovely , and gentle , and distress'd- These charms might tame the fiercest breast ; Harpers have sung , and poets told , That he 24 [ CANTO MARMION .
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) Harpers have sung , and poets told , That he , in fury uncontroll'd , The shaggy monarch of the wood , Before a virgin , fair and good , Hath pacified his savage mood . But passions in the human frame Oft put ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Harpers have sung , and poets told , That he , in fury uncontroll'd , The shaggy monarch of the wood , Before a virgin , fair and good , Hath pacified his savage mood . But passions in the human frame Oft put ...
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... told , How to their house three Barons bold Must menial service do ; While horns blow out a note of shame , And monks cry " Fye upon your name ! In wrath , for loss of silvan game , Saint Hilda's priest ye slew . " . " This , on ...
... told , How to their house three Barons bold Must menial service do ; While horns blow out a note of shame , And monks cry " Fye upon your name ! In wrath , for loss of silvan game , Saint Hilda's priest ye slew . " . " This , on ...
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... told , And said they might his shape behold , And hear his anvil sound ; A deaden'd clang , -a huge dim form , Seen but , and heard , when gathering storm And night were closing round . But this , as tale of idle fame , The nuns of ...
... told , And said they might his shape behold , And hear his anvil sound ; A deaden'd clang , -a huge dim form , Seen but , and heard , when gathering storm And night were closing round . But this , as tale of idle fame , The nuns of ...
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Abbess ancient Argentine arms band banner battle battle of Flodden beneath bold bore bower brand brave breast bright Brodick brow Bruce CANTO castle Clare Colonsay dark deep Douglas Earl Edward Edward Bruce Eigg England English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fcap fear fell fierce fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden gallant glance grace hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy Holy Island horse host Isabel Island Isles James King knight Lady lance land light lonely Lord Marmion Lord Ronald Lorn loud maid mark'd minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle o'er pass'd plain rock round royal rude Saint Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield shore show'd Sir Launcelot slain Somerled spear squire steed stern stood strife sword tale Tamworth tell thee thine thou tide tower Twas vex'd wake warriors wave wild wind
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Sida 53 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Sida 68 - Douglas' head. And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her State, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate. And, Douglas...
Sida 14 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and 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.
Sida 72 - They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly: And stainless Tunstall's banner white, And Edmund Howard's lion bright, Still bear them bravely in the fight; Although against them come, Of gallant Gordons many a one, And many a stubborn Highlandman, And many a rugged Border clan, With Huntly, and with Home.
Sida 53 - 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 10 - Their summer gambols tell, and mourn, And anxious ask: "Will spring return, And birds and lambs again be gay, And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray?" Yes, prattlers, yes. The daisy's flower Again shall paint your summer bower; Again the hawthorn shall supply The garlands you delight to tie; The lambs upon the lea shall bound, The wild birds carol to the round, And while you frolic light as they, Too short shall seem the summer day.
Sida 107 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Sida 53 - 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 73 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow A ministering angel thou...
Sida 11 - NELSON'S shrine ; And vainly pierce the solemn gloom, That shrouds, O PITT, thy hallowed tomb ! Deep graved in every British heart, O 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.