Scott's Marmion: A Tale of Flodden FieldMasterpiece Library, "Review of Reviews" Office, 1899 - 335 sidor |
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... thought for Britain's weal , The hand that grasp'd the victor steel ? The vernal sun new life bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But vainly , vainly may he shine , Where glory weeps o'er NELSON's shrine ; And vainly pierce ...
... thought for Britain's weal , The hand that grasp'd the victor steel ? The vernal sun new life bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But vainly , vainly may he shine , Where glory weeps o'er NELSON's shrine ; And vainly pierce ...
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... thought suppress'd , And sacred be the last long rest . Here , where the end of earthly things Lays heroes , patriots , bards , and kings ; Where stiff the hand , and still the tongue , Of those who fought , and spoke , and sung ; Here ...
... thought suppress'd , And sacred be the last long rest . Here , where the end of earthly things Lays heroes , patriots , bards , and kings ; Where stiff the hand , and still the tongue , Of those who fought , and spoke , and sung ; Here ...
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... thought to human pride ! — The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , " Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; 160 170 180 O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn ...
... thought to human pride ! — The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , " Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; 160 170 180 O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn ...
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... thought upon his cheek Did deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick mustache , and curly hair , Coal black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age ; His square - turn'd ...
... thought upon his cheek Did deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick mustache , and curly hair , Coal black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age ; His square - turn'd ...
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... thought'st so goodly fair , He might not brook the northern air . More of his fate if thou wouldst learn , I left him sick in Lindisfarne : Enough of him . — But , Heron , say , Why does thy lovely lady gay Disdain to grace the hall to ...
... thought'st so goodly fair , He might not brook the northern air . More of his fate if thou wouldst learn , I left him sick in Lindisfarne : Enough of him . — But , Heron , say , Why does thy lovely lady gay Disdain to grace the hall to ...
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SCOTTS MARMION A TALE OF FLODD Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832,Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832 Ed,Harry Evan 1868- Ed Coblentz Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
SCOTTS MARMION A TALE OF FLODD Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832,Harry Evan 1868- Ed Coblentz Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
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Abbess adjective ancient Angus armour arms band banner battle battle of Flodden battle of Largs beneath Blount Border called castle Christmas Clare colour Constance courser dame dark death deep derived Douglas Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest expression fair falchion fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden fought grave hall hand hath heard heart heaven Henry VIII Highland hill holy horse hypallage intransitive verb INTRODUCTION TO CANTO James James IV King knight Lady land Lindesay Lindisfarne look Lord Marmion means Minstrel monks mountain ne'er noble noun o'er Palmer participle pass'd passage peace poem poet Prussia ride round royal Saint Saint George Saint Hilda scarce Scotch Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd sense shield song sound spear squire stanza steed sword tale tell thee thou thought tide tomb tower Twas Tweed verb VIII wild Wilton word XXVIII
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Sida 170 - I tell thee thou'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!
Sida 218 - My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are...
Sida 127 - 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 247 - Have we not seen, at Pleasure's lordly call, The smiling, long-frequented village fall ? Beheld the duteous son, the sire decay'd, The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Forced from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main — Where wild Oswego* spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound...
Sida 305 - The neck that made that white robe wan, Her stately neck, and arms were bare; Her blue-veined feet unsandal'd were, And wildly glittered here and there The gems entangled in her hair.
Sida 222 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Sida 171 - At first in heart it liked me ill, .When the king praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine, Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line: So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried ; " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride : I warrant him a warrior tried.
Sida 62 - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While...
Sida 184 - 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 169 - 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, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near...