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... Blount , Lord Marmion's second squire , Found his steed wet with sweat and mire ; Although the rated horse - boy sware , Last night he dress'd him sleek and fair . While chafed the impatient squire like thunder , Old Hubert shouts , in ...
... Blount , Lord Marmion's second squire , Found his steed wet with sweat and mire ; Although the rated horse - boy sware , Last night he dress'd him sleek and fair . While chafed the impatient squire like thunder , Old Hubert shouts , in ...
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... Blount , meanwhile , the cost Had reckon'd with their Scottish host ; And , as the charge he cast and paid , " Ill thou deservest thy hire , " he said ; " Dost see , thou knave , my horse's plight ? Fairies have ridden him all the night ...
... Blount , meanwhile , the cost Had reckon'd with their Scottish host ; And , as the charge he cast and paid , " Ill thou deservest thy hire , " he said ; " Dost see , thou knave , my horse's plight ? Fairies have ridden him all the night ...
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... Blount broke in : " Fitz - Eustace , we must march our band ; St Anton ' fire thee ! wilt thou stand All day , with bonnet in thy hand , To hear the lady preach ? By this good light ! if thus we stay , Lord Marmion , for our fond delay ...
... Blount broke in : " Fitz - Eustace , we must march our band ; St Anton ' fire thee ! wilt thou stand All day , with bonnet in thy hand , To hear the lady preach ? By this good light ! if thus we stay , Lord Marmion , for our fond delay ...
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... Blount the sight could bide . Then took the squire her rein , And gently led away her steed , And , by each courteous word and deed , To cheer her strove in vain . XXXIII . But scant three miles the band had rode , When o'er a height ...
... Blount the sight could bide . Then took the squire her rein , And gently led away her steed , And , by each courteous word and deed , To cheer her strove in vain . XXXIII . But scant three miles the band had rode , When o'er a height ...
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... , They cross'd the heights of Stanrig - moor . His troop more closely there he scann'd , And miss'd the Palmer from the band.- " Palmer or not , " young Blount did say , - " He parted at the peep of day ; Good 212 [ CANTO VI . MARMION .
... , They cross'd the heights of Stanrig - moor . His troop more closely there he scann'd , And miss'd the Palmer from the band.- " Palmer or not , " young Blount did say , - " He parted at the peep of day ; Good 212 [ CANTO VI . MARMION .
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band battle battle of Flodden beneath Blount bold Border bower brand breast brow CANTO castle Chester-le-street Clare courser Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas Dryburgh Abbey e'er Earl Earl of Angus England English Ettrick Ettrick Forest Eustace fair falchion fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy Holy Island host James James IV King knight Lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarne Lochinvar look look'd Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham nought o'er Palmer pass'd peace Perchance plain rose round royal rude Saint George Saint Hilda's scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shade shield show'd spear spoke squire St Cuthbert steed stood Surrey sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tomb tower turrets Twas Tweed view'd ween Whitby's wild Wilton
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Стр. 161 - 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?
Стр. 224 - 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. 14 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone ; The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loophole grates where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Стр. 160 - 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. 232 - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
Стр. 159 - 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. 222 - King James did rushing come. — Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. — They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lance's thrust; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth , As if men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air; O life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
Стр. 230 - O for a blast of that dread horn, On Fontarabian echoes borne, That to King Charles did come, When Rowland brave, and Olivier, And every paladin and peer, On Roncesvalles died...
Стр. 160 - 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. 12 - And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again, But that a ribald king and court Bade him toil on, to make them sport; Demanded for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play ; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.