MarmionClarendon Press, 1889 - Всего страниц: 300 |
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... royal court ; 170 Yet , for he knows Lord Marmion's name , And honours much his warlike fame , My liege hath deem'd it shame , and lack Of courtesy , to turn him back ; And , by his order , I , your guide , 175 Must lodging fit and fair ...
... royal court ; 170 Yet , for he knows Lord Marmion's name , And honours much his warlike fame , My liege hath deem'd it shame , and lack Of courtesy , to turn him back ; And , by his order , I , your guide , 175 Must lodging fit and fair ...
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... Royal James , Who marshall'd then his land's array , Upon the Borough - moor that lay . Perchance he would not foeman's eye Upon his gathering host should pry , Till full prepared was every band 255 260 To march against the English land ...
... Royal James , Who marshall'd then his land's array , Upon the Borough - moor that lay . Perchance he would not foeman's eye Upon his gathering host should pry , Till full prepared was every band 255 260 To march against the English land ...
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... royal dwelling , In Scotland , far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling ; And in its park , in jovial June , How blithe the blackbird's lay ! 285 How sweet the merry linnet's tune , 290 The wild buck bells from ferny brake , The coot ...
... royal dwelling , In Scotland , far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling ; And in its park , in jovial June , How blithe the blackbird's lay ! 285 How sweet the merry linnet's tune , 290 The wild buck bells from ferny brake , The coot ...
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... royal father's soul , The chanters sung , the bells did toll , The Bishop mass was saying— For now the year brought round again The day the luckless King was slain- In Katharine's aisle the monarch knelt , With sackcloth - shirt , and ...
... royal father's soul , The chanters sung , the bells did toll , The Bishop mass was saying— For now the year brought round again The day the luckless King was slain- In Katharine's aisle the monarch knelt , With sackcloth - shirt , and ...
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... royal banner floating wide ; The staff , a pine - tree , strong and straight , 570 Pitch'd deeply in a massive stone , Which still in memory is shown , Yet bent beneath the standard's weight Whene'er the western wind unroll'd , With ...
... royal banner floating wide ; The staff , a pine - tree , strong and straight , 570 Pitch'd deeply in a massive stone , Which still in memory is shown , Yet bent beneath the standard's weight Whene'er the western wind unroll'd , With ...
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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.