Marmion: a Tale of Flodden Field: In Six CantosMacmillan, 1887 - 325 sidor |
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... scarce the rivulet might ken , So thick the tangled greenwood grew , So feeble trill'd the streamlet through : Now , murmuring hoarse , and frequent seen Through bush and brier , no longer green , An angry brook , it sweeps the glade ...
... scarce the rivulet might ken , So thick the tangled greenwood grew , So feeble trill'd the streamlet through : Now , murmuring hoarse , and frequent seen Through bush and brier , no longer green , An angry brook , it sweeps the glade ...
Sida 10
... scarce his passion tells ; Mystery , half veil'd and half reveal'd ; And Honour , with his spotless shield ; Attention , with fix'd eye ; and Fear , That loves the tale she shrinks to hear ; And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith , Unchanged ...
... scarce his passion tells ; Mystery , half veil'd and half reveal'd ; And Honour , with his spotless shield ; Attention , with fix'd eye ; and Fear , That loves the tale she shrinks to hear ; And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith , Unchanged ...
Sida 11
... scarce the power To wave it on the Donjon Tower , So heavily it hung . The scouts had parted on their search , The Castle gates were barr'd ; Above the gloomy portal arch , Timing his footsteps to a march , The Warder kept his guard ...
... scarce the power To wave it on the Donjon Tower , So heavily it hung . The scouts had parted on their search , The Castle gates were barr'd ; Above the gloomy portal arch , Timing his footsteps to a march , The Warder kept his guard ...
Sida 19
... scarce repel its pride ! Say , hast thou given that lovely youth To serve in lady's bower ? Or was the gentle page , in sooth , A gentle paramour ? " XVI . Lord Marmion ill could brook such jest ; He roll'd his kindling eye , With pain ...
... scarce repel its pride ! Say , hast thou given that lovely youth To serve in lady's bower ? Or was the gentle page , in sooth , A gentle paramour ? " XVI . Lord Marmion ill could brook such jest ; He roll'd his kindling eye , With pain ...
Sida 32
... Scarce can the Tweed his passage find , Though much he fret , and chafe , and toil , Till all his eddying currents boil , — Her long - descended lord is gone , And left us by the stream alone . And much I miss those sportive boys ...
... Scarce can the Tweed his passage find , Though much he fret , and chafe , and toil , Till all his eddying currents boil , — Her long - descended lord is gone , And left us by the stream alone . And much I miss those sportive boys ...
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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.