The poetical works of sir Walter Scott, Том 3 |
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... yore , Who coronet of Angus bore , And , when his blood and heart were high , Did the third James in camp defy , And all his minions led to die On Lauder's dreary flat : Princes and favourites long grew 38 Canto V. MARMION .
... yore , Who coronet of Angus bore , And , when his blood and heart were high , Did the third James in camp defy , And all his minions led to die On Lauder's dreary flat : Princes and favourites long grew 38 Canto V. MARMION .
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... And minion's pride withstand ; And even that day , at council board , Unapt to sooth his sovereign's mood , Against the war had Angus stood , And chafed his royal Lord . XV . His giant - form , like ruin'd tower Canto V. 39 THE COURT .
... And minion's pride withstand ; And even that day , at council board , Unapt to sooth his sovereign's mood , Against the war had Angus stood , And chafed his royal Lord . XV . His giant - form , like ruin'd tower Canto V. 39 THE COURT .
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... Angus speak ; His proud heart swell'd well nigh to break : He turn'd aside , and down his cheek A burning tear there stole . His hand the Monarch sudden took , That sight his kind heart could not brook : " Now , by the Bruce's soul , Angus ...
... Angus speak ; His proud heart swell'd well nigh to break : He turn'd aside , and down his cheek A burning tear there stole . His hand the Monarch sudden took , That sight his kind heart could not brook : " Now , by the Bruce's soul , Angus ...
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) Angus , my hasty speech forgive ! For sure as doth his spirit live , As he said of the Douglas old , I well may say of you , - That never king did subject hold , In speech more free , in war more bold , More ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Angus , my hasty speech forgive ! For sure as doth his spirit live , As he said of the Douglas old , I well may say of you , - That never king did subject hold , In speech more free , in war more bold , More ...
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... Angus , like Lindesay , did command , That none should roam at large . But in that Palmer's alter'd mien A wonderous change might now be seen ; Freely he spoke of war , Of marvels wrought by single hand , When lifted for a native land ...
... Angus , like Lindesay , did command , That none should roam at large . But in that Palmer's alter'd mien A wonderous change might now be seen ; Freely he spoke of war , Of marvels wrought by single hand , When lifted for a native land ...
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Abbess ancient Ancram Moor arms army Auchendinny band Baron battle battle of Langside beard blast blood Blount bold Border Bothwellhaugh brand brave brow Buccleuch Cadyow CANTO FIFTH castle charge Chief Christmas Clare command cross dame dark deep Douglas E'en e'er Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Eske Evandale fair fame fell field fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes Glenfinlas Grey Brother hall Hamilton hand head heard heart Highland hill holy horse King James king's lady land light Lochinvar Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd Master of Angus Minstrel's Monarch Monk ne'er night noble Note o'er pallion pass'd Perchance Pitscottie Post and Pair prayer pride Queen rode ruins Saint Saint Hilda Scotland Scots Scottish seem'd shade slain spear squire St Fillan steed stood Surrey Surrey's sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou tide tower Twas vault wild Wilton wind
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Стр. 31 - Among bridesmen and kinsmen, and brothers and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), " O, come ye in peace here or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...
Стр. 30 - 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. 134 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Стр. 140 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell.
Стр. 32 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Стр. 129 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered mid the foes.
Стр. 110 - On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age : Fierce he broke forth, — "And...
Стр. 132 - Unnurtured Blount ! thy brawling cease : He opes his eyes," said Eustace ; " peace ! " When, doffed his casque, he felt free air, Around 'gan Marmion wildly stare : — " Where's Harry Blount? Fitz-Eustace where ? Linger ye here, ye hearts of hare ! Redeem my pennon, — charge again ! Cry — ' Marmion to the rescue ! ' — Vain ! Last of my race, on...
Стр. 74 - Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frowned on high, Crested with bays and rosemary.
Стр. 110 - Not lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lake's level brim. And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. " Horse ! horse !" the Douglas cried, " and chase ! But soon he reined his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.