The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Том 3James Eastburn & Company, 1818 |
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... hand ! Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan , Thou flower of English land . " XI . Two pursuivants , whom tabards deck , With silver scutcheon round their neck , Stood on the steps of stone , By which you reach the donjon gate , And ...
... hand ! Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan , Thou flower of English land . " XI . Two pursuivants , whom tabards deck , With silver scutcheon round their neck , Stood on the steps of stone , By which you reach the donjon gate , And ...
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... often marked his cheeks were wet With tears he fain would hide : His was no rugged horse - boy's hand , To burnish shield , or sharpen brand , Or saddle battle - steed ; But meeter seemed for lady fair , To fan her 32 Canto I. MARMION .
... often marked his cheeks were wet With tears he fain would hide : His was no rugged horse - boy's hand , To burnish shield , or sharpen brand , Or saddle battle - steed ; But meeter seemed for lady fair , To fan her 32 Canto I. MARMION .
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... hand , Our falcon on our glove ; But where shall we find leash or band , For dame that loves to rove ? Let the wild falcon soar her swing , She'll stoop when she has tired her wing . " - XVIII . " Nay , if with Royal James's bride , The ...
... hand , Our falcon on our glove ; But where shall we find leash or band , For dame that loves to rove ? Let the wild falcon soar her swing , She'll stoop when she has tired her wing . " - XVIII . " Nay , if with Royal James's bride , The ...
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... hand across his face , - " Fain would I find the guide you want , But ill may spare a pursuivant , The only men that safe can ride Mine errands on the Scottish side . Then , though a bishop built this fort , Few holy brethren here ...
... hand across his face , - " Fain would I find the guide you want , But ill may spare a pursuivant , The only men that safe can ride Mine errands on the Scottish side . Then , though a bishop built this fort , Few holy brethren here ...
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... hand , Showed pilgrim from the Holy Land . XXVIII . When as the Palmer came in hall , Nor lord , nor knight , was there more tall , Or had a statelier step withal , Or looked more high and keen ; For no saluting did he wait , But strode ...
... hand , Showed pilgrim from the Holy Land . XXVIII . When as the Palmer came in hall , Nor lord , nor knight , was there more tall , Or had a statelier step withal , Or looked more high and keen ; For no saluting did he wait , But strode ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms array band banner battle battle of Flodden beneath blast bold Bothwell called CANTO castle chapel Clare cross Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas E'en e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar England English Ettricke Forest Eustace fair falcon falcon crest fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island honoured horse host James IV King James king's knight lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarn look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Note o'er Palmer passed Perchance plain pray rest round royal rude Saint scarce Scotland Scottish shield Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide tower train Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Стр. 180 - 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. 180 - 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. 179 - 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. 236 - Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line : So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride : I warrant him a warrior tried.
Стр. 251 - 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. 234 - 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. 179 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword 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. 152 - 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 and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Стр. 254 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII. With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch, the gushing wound: The Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!
Стр. 234 - 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!