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Mirth was within ; and Care , without , Might gnaw her nails to hear our shout . Not
but amid the buxom scene Some grave discourse might interveneOf the good
horse that bore him best , His shoulder , hoof , and arching crest : ' For , like mad
...
Mirth was within ; and Care , without , Might gnaw her nails to hear our shout . Not
but amid the buxom scene Some grave discourse might interveneOf the good
horse that bore him best , His shoulder , hoof , and arching crest : ' For , like mad
...
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Not so the Borderer : - bred to war , He knew the battle ' s din afar , And joyed to
hear it swell . His peaceful day was slothful ease ; Nor harp , nor pipe , his ear
could please , Like the loud slogan yell . On active steed , with lance and blade ...
Not so the Borderer : - bred to war , He knew the battle ' s din afar , And joyed to
hear it swell . His peaceful day was slothful ease ; Nor harp , nor pipe , his ear
could please , Like the loud slogan yell . On active steed , with lance and blade ...
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O ' er coldness and disdain ; And flinty is her heart , can view To battle march a
lover true , Can hear , perchance , his last adieu , Nor own her share of pain . VIII
. Through this mixed crowd of glee and game , The King to greet Lord Marmion ...
O ' er coldness and disdain ; And flinty is her heart , can view To battle march a
lover true , Can hear , perchance , his last adieu , Nor own her share of pain . VIII
. Through this mixed crowd of glee and game , The King to greet Lord Marmion ...
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What ! leave the lofty Latian strain , Her stately prose , her verse ' s charms , To
hear the clash of rusty arms ; In Fairy Land or Limbo lost , To jostle conjuror and
ghost , Goblin and witch ! ” – Nay , Heber dear , Before you touch my charter ,
hear ...
What ! leave the lofty Latian strain , Her stately prose , her verse ' s charms , To
hear the clash of rusty arms ; In Fairy Land or Limbo lost , To jostle conjuror and
ghost , Goblin and witch ! ” – Nay , Heber dear , Before you touch my charter ,
hear ...
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) Thy volumes , open as thy heart , Delight , amusement ,
science , art , To every ear and eye impart ; Yet who , of all who thus employ them
, Can , like the owner ' s self , enjoy them ? But , hark ! I hear the distant drum :
The ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Thy volumes , open as thy heart , Delight , amusement ,
science , art , To every ear and eye impart ; Yet who , of all who thus employ them
, Can , like the owner ' s self , enjoy them ? But , hark ! I hear the distant drum :
The ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms army array band battle bear blast bold Border brand brave bright called Canto castle cause changed charge chief Christmas Clare close command cross dame dark death deep Douglas Earl Edinburgh English face fair fear fell field fight fire Flodden fought gain give hall hand head hear heard heart held Henry hill horse host hour James King king's Lady land leave length light lines look Lord Marmion lost loud loved mark Monarch morning never night Note o'er o’er once passed peace plain Queen rest rose round royal Saint scarce Scotland Scottish seemed shade side squire steed stood story sword tale tell thee thou thought tide told took towers train turn 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.
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| Название | Marmion, Том 2 Marmion, sir Walter Scott (bart.) |
| Автор | sir Walter Scott (bart.) |
| Издание: | 6 |
| Опубликована: | 1810 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 20 июн 2007 |
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