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Стр. 180 - wildered he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of his dam.
Стр. 29 - Yet hear but my word, my noble lord ! For I heard her name his name ; And that lady bright, she called the knight, Sir Richard of Coldinghame. " The bold Baron's brow then changed, I trow, From high blood-red to pale— "The grave is deep and dark — and the corpse is stiff and stark — So I may not trust thy tale. "Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain, Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain. "•The varying light deceived thy...
Стр. 83 - 11 ne'er get back to your ain countrie.' 0 they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk mirk night, and there was nae stern light, And they waded through red blude to the knee ; For a' the blude that 's shed on earth Rins through the springs o
Стр. 26 - And many a word that warlike lord Did speak to my lady there ; But the rain fell fast, and loud blew the blast, And I heard not what they were.
Стр. 124 - Those numbers to prolong. Yet fragments of the lofty strain Float down the tide of years, As, buoyant on the stormy main, A parted wreck appears. He sung King Arthur's Table Round : The Warrior of the Lake ; How courteous Gawaine met the wound, And bled for ladies
Стр. 179 - And, oh, was it meet, that— no requiem read o'er him— No mother to weep, and no friend to deplore him, And thou, little guardian, alone stretched before him— Unhonour'd the Pilgrim from life should depart?
Стр. 179 - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ? How many long days and long weeks didst...
Стр. 82 - She mounted on her milk-white steed; She's ta'en true Thomas up behind; And aye, whene'er her bridle rung, The steed flew swifter than the wind. O they rade on, and farther on; The steed gaed swifter than the wind, Until they reached a desert wide.
Стр. 27 - John I must wander alone ; In thy bower I may not be." — ' " Now, out on thee, faint-hearted knight ! Thou shouldst not say me nay ; For the eve is sweet, and when lovers meet, is worth the whole summer's day. '