Marmion: a Tale of Flodden Field: In Six CantosMacmillan, 1887 - 325 sidor |
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... shed ; No more , beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam : Away hath passed the heather - bell That bloom'd so rich on Needpath Fell ; A 10 20 Sallow his brow , and russet bare Are now the Introduction to Canto I ,
... shed ; No more , beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam : Away hath passed the heather - bell That bloom'd so rich on Needpath Fell ; A 10 20 Sallow his brow , and russet bare Are now the Introduction to Canto I ,
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... fair fields of old romance ; Or seek the moated castles cell , Where long through talisman and spell , While tyrants ruled , and damsels wept , Thy Genius , Chivalry , hath slept : There sound the harpings of the North , Till he awake ...
... fair fields of old romance ; Or seek the moated castles cell , Where long through talisman and spell , While tyrants ruled , and damsels wept , Thy Genius , Chivalry , hath slept : There sound the harpings of the North , Till he awake ...
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... 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 , who , while of old Through Boldrewood the chase he led ...
... 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 , who , while of old Through Boldrewood the chase he led ...
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... 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 . The warriors on the ...
... 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 . The warriors on the ...
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... fair . VIII . Four men - at - arms came at their backs , With halbert , bill , and battle - axe : They bore Lord Marmion's lance so strong , And led his sumpter - mules along , And ambling palfrey , when at need Him listed ease his ...
... fair . VIII . Four men - at - arms came at their backs , With halbert , bill , and battle - axe : They bore Lord Marmion's lance so strong , And led his sumpter - mules along , And ambling palfrey , when at need Him listed ease his ...
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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.