Poetical works. With a biogr. and critical memoir by F.T. Palgrave |
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... hour to verse and an hour to business , and appearing to his friends meantime as the Scottish gentleman of property . Now , such a compound being as this could hardly have existed . It is against nature : and , if the estimate here ...
... hour to verse and an hour to business , and appearing to his friends meantime as the Scottish gentleman of property . Now , such a compound being as this could hardly have existed . It is against nature : and , if the estimate here ...
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... hour in his enjoyment of this new treasure . " To read and to remember was in this instance , " he says , " the same thing , and henceforth I overwhelmed my schoolfellows , and all who would hearken to me , with tragical recitations ...
... hour in his enjoyment of this new treasure . " To read and to remember was in this instance , " he says , " the same thing , and henceforth I overwhelmed my schoolfellows , and all who would hearken to me , with tragical recitations ...
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... hour . Far more fair Margaret loved and bless'd The hour of silence and of rest . On the high turret sitting lone , She waked at times the lute's soft tone ; Touch'd a wild note , and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorns green ...
... hour . Far more fair Margaret loved and bless'd The hour of silence and of rest . On the high turret sitting lone , She waked at times the lute's soft tone ; Touch'd a wild note , and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorns green ...
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... hour my brave , my only boy , Fell by the side of great Dundee . Why , when the volleying musket play'd Against the bloody Highland blade , Why was not I beside him laid ? — Enough he died the death of fame ; Enough he died with ...
... hour my brave , my only boy , Fell by the side of great Dundee . Why , when the volleying musket play'd Against the bloody Highland blade , Why was not I beside him laid ? — Enough he died the death of fame ; Enough he died with ...
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... hour , And burned my little lonely tower : The fiend receive their souls therefor ! It had not been burnt this year ... hours would bring to Teviot's strand Three thousand armed Englishmen - Meanwhile , full many a warlike band , From ...
... hour , And burned my little lonely tower : The fiend receive their souls therefor ! It had not been burnt this year ... hours would bring to Teviot's strand Three thousand armed Englishmen - Meanwhile , full many a warlike band , From ...
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ancient arms band battle bear beneath blood bold bound brave brow Bruce called castle chief close dark death deep Douglas dread Earl English fair faith fame fear fell field fight fire gave give glance grace hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hold horse hour King knight lady lake land leave light living look Lord loud maid Marmion meet minstrel morning mountain ne'er never noble o'er once pass pride rest rock rose round Saint scene Scott Scottish seem'd seen side song soon sound spear steed stood strain stream strong sword tale tell thee thine thou thought tide Till took tower true voice wake warrior wave wild wind wood
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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. 445 - 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...