MarmionClarendon Press, 1889 - Всего страниц: 300 |
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... Clare ; 385 The thoughts , which broke his sleep , he seems To mention but as feverish dreams . XIX . ' In vain , ' said he , ' to rest I spread My burning limbs , and couch'd my head : 390 Fantastic thoughts return'd ; And , by their ...
... Clare ; 385 The thoughts , which broke his sleep , he seems To mention but as feverish dreams . XIX . ' In vain , ' said he , ' to rest I spread My burning limbs , and couch'd my head : 390 Fantastic thoughts return'd ; And , by their ...
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... Clare , of Gloster's blood ; ( Idle it were of Whitby's dame , To say of that same blood I came ; ) And once , when jealous rage was high , Lord Marmion said despiteously , 585 Wilton was traitor in his heart , And had made 132 MARMION .
... Clare , of Gloster's blood ; ( Idle it were of Whitby's dame , To say of that same blood I came ; ) And once , when jealous rage was high , Lord Marmion said despiteously , 585 Wilton was traitor in his heart , And had made 132 MARMION .
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... stranger maiden , passing fair , 615 Had drench'd him with a beverage rare ; His words no faith could gain . With Clare alone he credence won , Who , rather than wed Marmion , Did to Saint Hilda's shrine repair , 620 To give CANTO V. 133.
... stranger maiden , passing fair , 615 Had drench'd him with a beverage rare ; His words no faith could gain . With Clare alone he credence won , Who , rather than wed Marmion , Did to Saint Hilda's shrine repair , 620 To give CANTO V. 133.
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... Clare shall from our house be torn ; 645 And grievous cause have I to fear , Such mandate doth Lord Marmion bear . XXIII . ' Now , prisoner , helpless , and betray'd To evil power , I claim thine aid , 650 By every step that thou hast ...
... Clare shall from our house be torn ; 645 And grievous cause have I to fear , Such mandate doth Lord Marmion bear . XXIII . ' Now , prisoner , helpless , and betray'd To evil power , I claim thine aid , 650 By every step that thou hast ...
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... Clare's immortal weal . XXIV . " Twere long , and needless , here to tell , How to my hand these papers fell ; With me they must not stay . Saint Hilda keep her Abbess true ! Who knows what outrage he might do , While journeying by the ...
... Clare's immortal weal . XXIV . " Twere long , and needless , here to tell , How to my hand these papers fell ; With me they must not stay . Saint Hilda keep her Abbess true ! Who knows what outrage he might do , While journeying by the ...
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Abbess Æneid ancient Angus armour arms Ashestiel band battle battle of Flodden beneath bold Border called castle Chaucer's Clare Clarendon Press Cuthbert dame dark death deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Edinburgh edition English Ettrick Forest Faery Queene fair fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace grave hall hand hath heard heart Heaven Henry hill holy Holy Island horse INTRODUCTION TO CANTO James James IV King King's knight Lady lake land Last Minstrel Lindesay Lindisfarne lines Lochinvar Lockhart Lord Marmion mark'd merry Minstrelsy monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle o'er Palmer pass'd peace Perchance poem poet poetical round royal rude Saint Saint Hilda scarce scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd Selkirkshire shield show'd Sir Launcelot song spear squire Stanza steed stood sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby wild Wilton word
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Стр. 126 - Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. 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 whisper'd " 'Twere better by far, To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 126 - 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. 259 - O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware : Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Стр. 125 - 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. 178 - 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. 125 - 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. 165 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!
Стр. 182 - But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men 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. No thought was there of dastard flight; Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded king.
Стр. 125 - 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. 287 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.