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... thou keep ; Stay not thou for food or sleep : Be it scroll or be it book , Into it , knight , thou must not look ; If thou readest , thou art lorn ! Better hadst thou ne'er been born ! ' XXIV . ' O swiftly can speed my dapple - gray ...
... thou keep ; Stay not thou for food or sleep : Be it scroll or be it book , Into it , knight , thou must not look ; If thou readest , thou art lorn ! Better hadst thou ne'er been born ! ' XXIV . ' O swiftly can speed my dapple - gray ...
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... thou dost not set me free , False Southron , thou shalt dearly rue ! For Walter of Harden shall come with speed , And William of Deloraine , good at need , And every Scott from Esk to Tweed ; And , if thou dost not let me go , XXI ...
... thou dost not set me free , False Southron , thou shalt dearly rue ! For Walter of Harden shall come with speed , And William of Deloraine , good at need , And every Scott from Esk to Tweed ; And , if thou dost not let me go , XXI ...
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... thou be , I trow , I can rein Bucksfoot better than thou . ' Word on word gave fuel to fire , Till so high blazed the Beattison's ire . The moonlight raid , the morning fight ; Not even the Flower of Yarrow's charms In youth might tame ...
... thou be , I trow , I can rein Bucksfoot better than thou . ' Word on word gave fuel to fire , Till so high blazed the Beattison's ire . The moonlight raid , the morning fight ; Not even the Flower of Yarrow's charms In youth might tame ...
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... thou me for thy liege - lord and head ; Deal not with me as with Morton tame , For Scotts play best at the roughest game . Give me in peace my heriot due , Thy bonny white steed , or thou shalt rue . If my horn I three times wind ...
... thou me for thy liege - lord and head ; Deal not with me as with Morton tame , For Scotts play best at the roughest game . Give me in peace my heriot due , Thy bonny white steed , or thou shalt rue . If my horn I three times wind ...
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... thou here , I ween , my deadly enemy ; For , if I slew thy brother dear , Thou slew'st a sister's son to me ; And when I lay in dungeon dark Of Naworth Castle long months three , Till ransomed for a thousand mark , Dark Musgrave , it ...
... thou here , I ween , my deadly enemy ; For , if I slew thy brother dear , Thou slew'st a sister's son to me ; And when I lay in dungeon dark Of Naworth Castle long months three , Till ransomed for a thousand mark , Dark Musgrave , it ...
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Sida 532 - When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen, And Zion's daughters poured their lays, With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone : Our...
Sida 144 - 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 136 - 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 136 - twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the 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...
Sida 493 - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ? How many long days and long weeks didst thou number Ere he faded before thee, the friend of thy heart ? And...
Sida 5 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot : Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.
Sida 178 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Sida 136 - Not lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lake's level brim: And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. ' Horse ! horse ! ' the Douglas cried, ' and chase ! ' But soon he reined his fury's pace: ' A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.
Sida 156 - Gray birch and aspen wept beneath; Aloft, the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in the rifted rock; And, higher yet, the pine-tree hung His shattered trunk, and frequent flung, Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high, His boughs athwart the narrowed sky.
Sida 142 - The fiery youth, with desperate charge. Made, for a space an opening large — The rescued banner rose. But darkly closed the war around, Like pine-tree, rooted from the ground. It sunk among the foes. Then Eustace mounted too; yet...