Marmion. With intr., notes, map, and glossary, for the use of schools, [ed.] by E.E. Morris |
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... band of admirers who have stedfastly retained their affection for Scott . With the public generally his reputation has been eclipsed by a younger poet . The present Professor of Poetry + at Oxford said , a little time ago : " Boys in my ...
... band of admirers who have stedfastly retained their affection for Scott . With the public generally his reputation has been eclipsed by a younger poet . The present Professor of Poetry + at Oxford said , a little time ago : " Boys in my ...
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... band , For dame that loves to rove ? Let the wild falcon soar her swing , 15 She'll stoop when she has tired her wing . ” — " NAY , if with Royal James's bride , xviii The lovely Lady Heron bide , Behold me here a messenger , Your ...
... band , For dame that loves to rove ? Let the wild falcon soar her swing , 15 She'll stoop when she has tired her wing . ” — " NAY , if with Royal James's bride , xviii The lovely Lady Heron bide , Behold me here a messenger , Your ...
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... band , He came to waste Northumberland . BUT fain Saint Hilda's nuns would learn , If , on a rock , by Lindisfarne , Saint Cuthbert sits , and toils to frame 10 xvi The sea - born beads that bear his name : Such tales had Whitby's ...
... band , He came to waste Northumberland . BUT fain Saint Hilda's nuns would learn , If , on a rock , by Lindisfarne , Saint Cuthbert sits , and toils to frame 10 xvi The sea - born beads that bear his name : Such tales had Whitby's ...
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... band , That tied her tresses fair , And raised the bonnet from her head , 10 And down her slender form they spread , 15 In ringlets rich and rare . Constance de Beverley they know , Sister professed of Fontevraud , Whom the Church ...
... band , That tied her tresses fair , And raised the bonnet from her head , 10 And down her slender form they spread , 15 In ringlets rich and rare . Constance de Beverley they know , Sister professed of Fontevraud , Whom the Church ...
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... band , from crown Of some tall cliff , the deer looked down ; On wing of jet , from his repose In the deep heath , the black - cock rose ; Sprung from the gorse the timid roe , Nor waited for the bending bow ; And when the stony path ...
... band , from crown Of some tall cliff , the deer looked down ; On wing of jet , from his repose In the deep heath , the black - cock rose ; Sprung from the gorse the timid roe , Nor waited for the bending bow ; And when the stony path ...
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Abbess afterwards ancient arms band battle Bishop Border called castle cause changed Church Clare close convent cross dark death deep Douglas Earl Edward England English face fair fear fell field fight fire Flodden French Full gave give given hall hand head hear heard heart held Henry heralds hill holy host James King knew knight Lady laid land light lines look Lord Marmion mark means miles monks never noble o'er once Palmer passed peace plain poem pray prayer rest river rose round royal ruins Saint Scotland Scott Scottish seems seen side soon squire steed stone stood story strange tale tell thee thou thought told took tower town train Vide viii wild Wilton
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Page 81 - 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,
Page 80 - 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 weapon 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.
Page 126 - 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...
Page 112 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." 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.
Page 130 - 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 Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
Page 128 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling monk. With fruitless labor, 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!
Page 81 - 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.
Page 80 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Page 113 - 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...
Page 39 - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving ; There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving ; There, thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever...