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Abbotsford agen Argentine arms band banner Barnard Castle battle beneath Bertram blood bold bower brand brave breast bright Brignall broadsword brow Bruce castle Chieftain chivalry courser dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread drew fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight flame gallant glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill isle King knight lady lake land light Loch Katrine lone look Lord Lorn loud maid maiden mark'd Marmion minstrel Monarch Mortham Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble o'er pale pass'd pibroch pride proud Redmond Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby Rokeby's Ronald round rung Saint Saxon Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shore show'd silvan sire smile song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stood strife sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower Twas vex'd voice wake wandering warrior wave ween wild Wilfrid wind youth
Стр. 104 - 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. 103 - The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked 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 - 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. 123 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie : Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield : Edmund is down, — my life is reft ; The Admiral alone is left. Let Stanley charge with spur of fire — With Chester charge and Lancashire Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost — Must I bid twice ? Hence, varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone — to die...
Стр. 118 - 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. xxx - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements, and feelings, and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
Стр. 135 - 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. 41 - 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...