MarmionClarendon Press, 1889 - Всего страниц: 300 |
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Walter Scott Thomas Bayne. In his stone - coffin forth he rides , A ponderous bark for river tides , Yet light as gossamer it glides , Downward to Tilmouth cell . Nor long was his abiding there , For southward did the saint repair ...
Walter Scott Thomas Bayne. In his stone - coffin forth he rides , A ponderous bark for river tides , Yet light as gossamer it glides , Downward to Tilmouth cell . Nor long was his abiding there , For southward did the saint repair ...
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... stones , rudely sculptured o'er , 345 Half sunk in earth , by time half wore , Were all the pavement of the floor ; The mildew - drops fell one by one , With tinkling plash , upon the stone . A cresset , in an iron chain , 350 Which ...
... stones , rudely sculptured o'er , 345 Half sunk in earth , by time half wore , Were all the pavement of the floor ; The mildew - drops fell one by one , With tinkling plash , upon the stone . A cresset , in an iron chain , 350 Which ...
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... stones and cement were display'd , And building tools in order laid . XXIV . These executioners were chose , As men who were with mankind foes , And with despite and envy fired , Into the cloister had retired ; Or who , in desperate ...
... stones and cement were display'd , And building tools in order laid . XXIV . These executioners were chose , As men who were with mankind foes , And with despite and envy fired , Into the cloister had retired ; Or who , in desperate ...
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... stones , And , ignorant of priests ' cruelty , Marvel such relics here should be . ' XXXII . 575 580 Fix'd was her look , and stern her air : 585 Back from her shoulders stream'd her hair ; The locks , that wont her brow to shade ...
... stones , And , ignorant of priests ' cruelty , Marvel such relics here should be . ' XXXII . 575 580 Fix'd was her look , and stern her air : 585 Back from her shoulders stream'd her hair ; The locks , that wont her brow to shade ...
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... stone , Lies on the path to me unknown . Much might it boast of storied lore ; But , passing such digression o'er , Suffice it that their route was laid Across the furzy hills of Braid . They pass'd the glen and scanty rill , And climb ...
... stone , Lies on the path to me unknown . Much might it boast of storied lore ; But , passing such digression o'er , Suffice it that their route was laid Across the furzy hills of Braid . They pass'd the glen and scanty rill , And climb ...
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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.