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... King James meet time to see The flower of English chivalry . " — IX . Though inly chafed at this delay , Lord Marmion ... King's command , That none , who rode in Marmion's band , Should sever from the train : 66 England has here enow of ...
... King James meet time to see The flower of English chivalry . " — IX . Though inly chafed at this delay , Lord Marmion ... King's command , That none , who rode in Marmion's band , Should sever from the train : 66 England has here enow of ...
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... claims , Attended as the king's own guest , — Such the command of royal James ; Who marshalled then his land's array , Upon the Borough - moor that lay . Perchance he would not foeman's eye Upon his gathering host CANTO IV . 31 THE CAMP .
... claims , Attended as the king's own guest , — Such the command of royal James ; Who marshalled then his land's array , Upon the Borough - moor that lay . Perchance he would not foeman's eye Upon his gathering host CANTO IV . 31 THE CAMP .
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... King ! Still in his conscience burns the sting . In offices as strict as Lent , King James's June is ever spent . XVI . " When last this ruthful month was come , And in Linlithgow's holy dome The King , as wont , was praying ; While ...
... King ! Still in his conscience burns the sting . In offices as strict as Lent , King James's June is ever spent . XVI . " When last this ruthful month was come , And in Linlithgow's holy dome The King , as wont , was praying ; While ...
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... king was slain— In Katharine's aisle the Monarch knelt , With sackcloth - shirt , and iron belt , And eyes with sorrow streaming ; Around him , in their stalls of state , The Thistle's Knight - Companions sate , Their banners o'er them ...
... king was slain— In Katharine's aisle the Monarch knelt , With sackcloth - shirt , and iron belt , And eyes with sorrow streaming ; Around him , in their stalls of state , The Thistle's Knight - Companions sate , Their banners o'er them ...
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... , In a low voice , but never tone So thrilled through vein , and nerve , and bone : - ' My mother sent me from afar , Sir King , to warn thee not to war , - Woe waits on thine array If war thou wilt , 36 CANTO IV . MARMION .
... , In a low voice , but never tone So thrilled through vein , and nerve , and bone : - ' My mother sent me from afar , Sir King , to warn thee not to war , - Woe waits on thine array If war thou wilt , 36 CANTO IV . MARMION .
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Abbess ancient armour arms army array band banner Baron battle of Flodden beard beneath blast Blount bold Border Bothwell brand brave Canto castle Christmas Clare command cross dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Engraved by Cha Eustace fair fame fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden Field foes fought gallant hall hand head heart heaven hill holy honour horse host James IV King James king's Lady land Lochinvar look Lord Marmion loud loved maid Master of Angus merry Monarch monks ne'er night noble Note o'er pallions Palmer passed Perchance Pitscottie plain Post and Pair prayer Queen rode round royal Saint Saint George Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scottish shade shew shield Sir David Lindesay slain spear squire steed stood summons Surrey Surrey's sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou tide towers turret Twas wild Wilton
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Стр. 90 - 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 entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all.
Стр. 90 - 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. 93 - 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. 197 - She fill'd the helm, and back she hied, And with surprise and joy espied A Monk supporting Marmion's head : A pious man, whom duty brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And, as she stoop'd his brow to lave— " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, ''Or injured Constance, bathes my head?
Стр. 172 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Стр. 92 - 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 whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 51 - 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...
Стр. 194 - With that, straight up the hill there rode Two horsemen drenched with gore, And in their arms, a helpless load, A wounded knight they bore. His hand still strained the broken brand; His arms were smeared with blood and sand. Dragged from among the horses...
Стр. 33 - Of all the palaces so fair, Built for the royal dwelling In Scotland, far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling; And in its park, in jovial June, How sweet the merry linnet's tune, How blithe the blackbird's lay! The wild buck bells from ferny brake, The coot dives merry on the lake, The saddest heart might pleasure take To see all nature gay.
Стр. 203 - Then did their loss his foemen know— Their king, their lords, their mightiest low; They melted from the field as snow, When streams are swoln and south winds blow, Dissolves in silent dew. Tweed's echoes heard the ceaseless plash, 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 Floddeu's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail.