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... heaven and hell alike would hide ? My breast in belt of iron pent , With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn ; For threescore years , in penance spent , My knees those flinty stones have woon ; Yet all too little to atone For knowing ...
... heaven and hell alike would hide ? My breast in belt of iron pent , With shirt of hair and scourge of thorn ; For threescore years , in penance spent , My knees those flinty stones have woon ; Yet all too little to atone For knowing ...
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... heaven , Around the screenèd altar's pale ; And there the dying lamps did burn , Before thy low and lonely urn , O gallant Chief of Otterburne ! And thine , dark Knight of Liddesdale ! O fading honours of the dead ! O high ambition ...
... heaven , Around the screenèd altar's pale ; And there the dying lamps did burn , Before thy low and lonely urn , O gallant Chief of Otterburne ! And thine , dark Knight of Liddesdale ! O fading honours of the dead ! O high ambition ...
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... heaven's own blessed light , And , issuing from the tomb , Showed the monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark - browed warrior's mail , And kissed his waving plume . XIX . Before their eyes the wizard lay , As if he had not ...
... heaven's own blessed light , And , issuing from the tomb , Showed the monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark - browed warrior's mail , And kissed his waving plume . XIX . Before their eyes the wizard lay , As if he had not ...
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... heaven , and heaven is love . III . So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While , pondering deep the tender scene , He rode through Branksome's hawthorns green . But the page shouted wild and shrill , And scarce his helmet could he ...
... heaven , and heaven is love . III . So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While , pondering deep the tender scene , He rode through Branksome's hawthorns green . But the page shouted wild and shrill , And scarce his helmet could he ...
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... heaven : For a sheet of flame , from the turret high , Waved like a blood - flag on the sky All flaring and uneven ; And soon a score of fires , I ween , From height , and hill , and cliff , were seen ; Each with warlike tidings fraught ...
... heaven : For a sheet of flame , from the turret high , Waved like a blood - flag on the sky All flaring and uneven ; And soon a score of fires , I ween , From height , and hill , and cliff , were seen ; Each with warlike tidings fraught ...
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ancient arms band beneath blood bold Border bore bright castle changed chiefs Clare close cross dame dark dead death deep Deloraine Douglas face fair fear fell field fight fire Full gave grace grave hall hand harp head hear heard heart heaven held hill hold holy hour King knew knight lady Ladye laid land light living lonely look Lord Marmion lost loud marked meet minstrel mountain ne'er never noble o'er pale passed peace plain pride proud rest ride rode rose round rude Saint scarce Scottish seemed seen shield side soon sound spear spoke squire stay steed stone stood strain strange stream tale tear tell thee thou thought tide Till told took tower true Twas voice wall warriors wave wild
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Стр. 241 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied;— Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide, — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 241 - 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. 240 - He stayed not for brake and he stopped 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.
Стр. 281 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone; The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Стр. 240 - 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. 17 - Which marks security to please : And scenes, long past, of joy and pain, Came wildering o'er his aged brain. He tried to tune his harp in vain ! The pitying Duchess praised its chime, And gave him heart, and gave him time, Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony.
Стр. 15 - Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by .an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and...
Стр. 223 - 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...
Стр. 293 - And plumed crests of chieftains brave, Floating like foam upon the wave; But nought distinct they see: Wide raged the battle on the plain; Spears shook, and falchions flashed amain ; Fell England's arrow-flight like rain; Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Wild and disorderly. Amid the scene of tumult, high They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly: And stainless Tunstall's banner white, And Edmund Howard's lion bright...
Стр. 106 - The blackening wave is edged with white : To inch* and rock the sea-mews fly; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh. "Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay ; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensbeuch ; Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?