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... cross , and blazing brand , Shall drive the devils from this land , To their infernal home : For in this haunted den , I trow , All night they trampled to and fro . ” - The laughing host looked on the hire , - " Gramercy , gentle ...
... cross , and blazing brand , Shall drive the devils from this land , To their infernal home : For in this haunted den , I trow , All night they trampled to and fro . ” - The laughing host looked on the hire , - " Gramercy , gentle ...
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... cross - bow there , a hagbut here , A dagger - knife , and brand . Sober he seemed , and sad of cheer , As loth to leave his cottage dear , And march to foreign strand ; Or musing , who would guide his steer , To till the fallow land ...
... cross - bow there , a hagbut here , A dagger - knife , and brand . Sober he seemed , and sad of cheer , As loth to leave his cottage dear , And march to foreign strand ; Or musing , who would guide his steer , To till the fallow land ...
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... cross the Trent : Yet pause , brave prince , while yet you may . " — The Monarch lightly turned away , And to his nobles loud did call , - " Lords , to the dance , -a hall ! a hall ! ” * Himself his cloak and sword flung by , And led ...
... cross the Trent : Yet pause , brave prince , while yet you may . " — The Monarch lightly turned away , And to his nobles loud did call , - " Lords , to the dance , -a hall ! a hall ! ” * Himself his cloak and sword flung by , And led ...
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... cross.- And then her heritage ; -it goes Along the banks of Tame ; Deep fields of grain the reaper mows , In meadows rich the heifer lows , The falconer , and huntsman , knows Its woodlands for the game . Shame were it to Saint Hilda ...
... cross.- And then her heritage ; -it goes Along the banks of Tame ; Deep fields of grain the reaper mows , In meadows rich the heifer lows , The falconer , and huntsman , knows Its woodlands for the game . Shame were it to Saint Hilda ...
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... shrilly tone , Like distant clarion feebly blown , That on the breeze did die ; And loud the Abbess shrieked in fear , " Saint Withold save us ! -What is here ! Look at yon City Cross ! See on its battled 2 CANTO V. 111 THE COURT .
... shrilly tone , Like distant clarion feebly blown , That on the breeze did die ; And loud the Abbess shrieked in fear , " Saint Withold save us ! -What is here ! Look at yon City Cross ! See on its battled 2 CANTO V. 111 THE COURT .
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Abbess ancient armour arms army array band banner Baron battle of Flodden beard beneath blast Blount bold Border Bothwell brand brave Canto castle Christmas Clare command cross dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Engraved by Cha Eustace fair fame fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden Field foes fought gallant hall hand head heart heaven hill holy honour horse host James IV King James king's Lady land Lochinvar look Lord Marmion loud loved maid Master of Angus merry Monarch monks ne'er night noble Note o'er pallions Palmer passed Perchance Pitscottie plain Post and Pair prayer Queen rode round royal Saint Saint George Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scottish shade shew shield Sir David Lindesay slain spear squire steed stood summons Surrey Surrey's sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou tide towers turret Twas wild Wilton
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Стр. 90 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late ; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all.
Стр. 90 - 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.
Стр. 93 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Стр. 197 - She fill'd the helm, and back she hied, And with surprise and joy espied A Monk supporting Marmion's head : A pious man, whom duty brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And, as she stoop'd his brow to lave— " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, ''Or injured Constance, bathes my head?
Стр. 172 - 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...
Стр. 92 - Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 51 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud Such dusky...
Стр. 194 - With that, straight up the hill there rode Two horsemen drenched with gore, And in their arms, a helpless load, A wounded knight they bore. His hand still strained the broken brand; His arms were smeared with blood and sand. Dragged from among the horses...
Стр. 33 - Of all the palaces so fair, Built for the royal dwelling In Scotland, far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling; And in its park, in jovial June, How sweet the merry linnet's tune, How blithe the blackbird's lay! The wild buck bells from ferny brake, The coot dives merry on the lake, The saddest heart might pleasure take To see all nature gay.
Стр. 203 - Then did their loss his foemen know— Their king, their lords, their mightiest low; They melted from the field as snow, When streams are swoln and south winds blow, Dissolves in silent dew. Tweed's echoes heard the ceaseless plash, While many a broken band, Disordered, through her currents dash To gain the Scottish land; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Floddeu's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail.