Poetical works. With a biogr. and critical memoir by F.T. Palgrave |
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... hand , his voice though weak , He thought even yet , the sooth to speak , That , if she loved the harp to hear , He could make music to her ear . The humble boon was soon obtain'd ; The Aged Minstrel audience gain'd . But , when he ...
... hand , his voice though weak , He thought even yet , the sooth to speak , That , if she loved the harp to hear , He could make music to her ear . The humble boon was soon obtain'd ; The Aged Minstrel audience gain'd . But , when he ...
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... hand and harp some wrong . The Duchess and her daughters fair , And every gentle lady there , Each after each , in due degree , Gave praises to his melody ; His hand was true , his voice was clear , And much they longed the rest to hear ...
... hand and harp some wrong . The Duchess and her daughters fair , And every gentle lady there , Each after each , in due degree , Gave praises to his melody ; His hand was true , his voice was clear , And much they longed the rest to hear ...
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... hand held his Book of Might ; A silver cross was in his right ; The lamp was placed beside his knee : High and majestic was his look , At which the fellest fiend had shook , And all unruffled was his face : They trusted his soul had ...
... hand held his Book of Might ; A silver cross was in his right ; The lamp was placed beside his knee : High and majestic was his look , At which the fellest fiend had shook , And all unruffled was his face : They trusted his soul had ...
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... hand more true , and eye more clear , No archer bended bow . His coal - black hair , shorn round and close , Set off his sun - burn'd face : Old England's sign , St. George's cross , His barret - cap did grace ; His bugle - horn hung by ...
... hand more true , and eye more clear , No archer bended bow . His coal - black hair , shorn round and close , Set off his sun - burn'd face : Old England's sign , St. George's cross , His barret - cap did grace ; His bugle - horn hung by ...
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... hand : A hardy race , on Irthing bred , With kirtles white , and crosses red , Array'd beneath the banner tall , That stream'd o'er Acre's conquer'd wall ; And minstrels , as they march'd in order , Play'd , " Noble Lord Dacre , he ...
... hand : A hardy race , on Irthing bred , With kirtles white , and crosses red , Array'd beneath the banner tall , That stream'd o'er Acre's conquer'd wall ; And minstrels , as they march'd in order , Play'd , " Noble Lord Dacre , he ...
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Стр. 103 - The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, He quaff 'd off the wine and he threw down the cup; She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Стр. 103 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon 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. 104 - 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 ? XIII.
Стр. 441 - God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame, By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen; And Zion's...
Стр. 49 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Стр. 42 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentered all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Стр. 118 - Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire, And — "This to me!" he said; "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here...
Стр. 103 - He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, He swam the Eske 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...
Стр. 136 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Стр. 96 - 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 grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep...