Marmion: a Tale of Flodden Field: In Six CantosMacmillan, 1887 - 325 sidor |
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... wake the string , The triumph of our foes to tell ! LEYDEN . ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY , LORD MONTAGUE , & c . & c . & c . THIS ROMANCE IS INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR . 193315 CONTENTS . vii INTRODUCTION , MARMION : - Introduction to.
... wake the string , The triumph of our foes to tell ! LEYDEN . ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY , LORD MONTAGUE , & c . & c . & c . THIS ROMANCE IS INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR . 193315 CONTENTS . vii INTRODUCTION , MARMION : - Introduction to.
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... lord , Leaning upon his own good sword . Well has thy fair achievement shown , A worthy meed may thus be won ; Ytene's oaks - beneath whose shade Their theme the merry minstrels made , Of Ascapart , and Bevis bold , And that Red King ...
... lord , Leaning upon his own good sword . Well has thy fair achievement shown , A worthy meed may thus be won ; Ytene's oaks - beneath whose shade Their theme the merry minstrels made , Of Ascapart , and Bevis bold , And that Red King ...
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... Lord MARMION waits below ! Then to the Castle's lower ward Sped forty yeomen tall , The iron - studded gates unbarr'd , Raised the portcullis ' ponderous guard , The lofty palisade unsparr'd , And let the drawbridge fall . 10 10 13 10 f ...
... Lord MARMION waits below ! Then to the Castle's lower ward Sped forty yeomen tall , The iron - studded gates unbarr'd , Raised the portcullis ' ponderous guard , The lofty palisade unsparr'd , And let the drawbridge fall . 10 10 13 10 f ...
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... Lord Marmion rode , Proudly his red - roan charger trode , His helm hung at the saddlebow ; Well by his visage you might know He was a stalworth knight , and keen , And had in many a battle been ; The scar on his brown cheek reveal'd A ...
... Lord Marmion rode , Proudly his red - roan charger trode , His helm hung at the saddlebow ; Well by his visage you might know He was a stalworth knight , and keen , And had in many a battle been ; The scar on his brown cheek reveal'd A ...
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... Lord Marmion's lance so strong , And led his sumpter - mules along , And ambling palfrey , when at need Him listed ease his battle - steed . The last and trustiest of the four , On high his forky pennon bore ; Like swallow's tail , in ...
... Lord Marmion's lance so strong , And led his sumpter - mules along , And ambling palfrey , when at need Him listed ease his battle - steed . The last and trustiest of the four , On high his forky pennon bore ; Like swallow's tail , in ...
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Abbess adjective ancient Angus armour arms band banner battle battle of Flodden battle of Largs Blount Border called castle Christmas Clare Constance courser dame dark death deep derived Douglas Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest expression fair falchion fear fell 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 Lochinvar look Lord Marmion means Minstrel monks mountain ne'er noble noun o'er Palmer participle pass'd peace poem poet Prussia ride round royal Saint Saint George Saint Hilda scarce Scotch Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd sense shield show'd song sound spear squire stanza steed sword tale tell thee thou thought tide tomb tower Twas Tweed verb VIII Whitby's wild Wilton word XXII 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 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 - 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; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
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 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 180 - King James did rushing come. — Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. — They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lance's thrust; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth , As if men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air; O life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
Sida 315 - O for a single hour of that Dundee, Who on that day the word of onset gave ! Like conquest would the Men of England see ; And her Foes find a like inglorious grave.
Sida 68 - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving ; There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving ; There, thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever, Never again to wake, Never, O never ! CHOUUS.