Marmion: a Tale of Flodden Field: In Six CantosMacmillan, 1887 - 325 sidor |
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... That fell so ominous and drear , Full on the object of his fear , To aid remorse's venom'd throes , Dark tales of convent - vengeance rose ; 10 20 And Constance , late betray'd and scorn'd , All lovely 72 [ CANTO MARMION .
... That fell so ominous and drear , Full on the object of his fear , To aid remorse's venom'd throes , Dark tales of convent - vengeance rose ; 10 20 And Constance , late betray'd and scorn'd , All lovely 72 [ CANTO MARMION .
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... object of affright Startles the courser in his flight , And half he halts , half springs aside ; But feels the quickening spur applied , And , straining on the tighten'd rein , Scours doubly swift o'er hill and plain . X. O'er James's ...
... object of affright Startles the courser in his flight , And half he halts , half springs aside ; But feels the quickening spur applied , And , straining on the tighten'd rein , Scours doubly swift o'er hill and plain . X. O'er James's ...
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... object the feelings of a living being : cf. " Pontem indignatus Araxes . " — Virg . Æn . viii . 728 . 14. The river Tweed is the boundary between England and Scotland . 18. The purple gleam of the Scotch hills is due to the fact that ...
... object the feelings of a living being : cf. " Pontem indignatus Araxes . " — Virg . Æn . viii . 728 . 14. The river Tweed is the boundary between England and Scotland . 18. The purple gleam of the Scotch hills is due to the fact that ...
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... object to be ornamented . 106. The long descended Lord of Yair was Mr. Pringle , Scott's next door neighbour at Ashestiel . The boys mentioned in 1. 108 were his sons . 111. When every thought is frankly expressed in words , and every ...
... object to be ornamented . 106. The long descended Lord of Yair was Mr. Pringle , Scott's next door neighbour at Ashestiel . The boys mentioned in 1. 108 were his sons . 111. When every thought is frankly expressed in words , and every ...
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... object of ' see ' in line 1 . 9. Benedicite ' is the first word of an old Christian hymn , and means " Bless ye the Lord . " It is here used as a pious expression of wonder not unmixed with alarm . 12. The sea - dog or sea - calf is the ...
... object of ' see ' in line 1 . 9. Benedicite ' is the first word of an old Christian hymn , and means " Bless ye the Lord . " It is here used as a pious expression of wonder not unmixed with alarm . 12. The sea - dog or sea - calf is the ...
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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.