Marmion. With intr., notes, map, and glossary, for the use of schools, [ed.] by E.E. Morris |
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... Herald , sixteen years before he attained that office ; in this Scott followed the poem of “ Flodden Field . ” ( 4. ) Introducing Gawain Douglas as Bishop of Dun- keld , before he succeeded to the see . On the last count of the ...
... Herald , sixteen years before he attained that office ; in this Scott followed the poem of “ Flodden Field . ” ( 4. ) Introducing Gawain Douglas as Bishop of Dun- keld , before he succeeded to the see . On the last count of the ...
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... heralds ready be , 10 10 iii 5 10 15 iv And every minstrel sound his glee , 5 And all our trumpets blow ; And , from the platform , spare ye not To fire a noble salvo - shot : Lord Marmion waits below . " . Then to the Castle's lower ...
... heralds ready be , 10 10 iii 5 10 15 iv And every minstrel sound his glee , 5 And all our trumpets blow ; And , from the platform , spare ye not To fire a noble salvo - shot : Lord Marmion waits below . " . Then to the Castle's lower ...
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... herald pomp and state , 5 They hailed Lord Marmion : They hailed him Lord of Fontenaye , Of Lutterward , and Scrivelbaye , Of Tamworth tower and town ; And he , their courtesy to requite , 10 Gave them a chain of twelve marks weight ...
... herald pomp and state , 5 They hailed Lord Marmion : They hailed him Lord of Fontenaye , Of Lutterward , and Scrivelbaye , Of Tamworth tower and town ; And he , their courtesy to requite , 10 Gave them a chain of twelve marks weight ...
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... heralds loudly cried : - " Room , lordings , room for Lord Marmion , With the crest and helm of gold ! Full well we know the trophies won In the lists at Cottiswold : There , vainly , Ralph de Wilton strove ' Gainst Marmion's force to ...
... heralds loudly cried : - " Room , lordings , room for Lord Marmion , With the crest and helm of gold ! Full well we know the trophies won In the lists at Cottiswold : There , vainly , Ralph de Wilton strove ' Gainst Marmion's force to ...
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... herald were my fitting guide ; Or friar , sworn in peace to bide ; Or pardoner , or travelling priest , Or strolling pilgrim , at the least . " - THE Captain mused a little space , And passed his hand across his face : " Fain would I ...
... herald were my fitting guide ; Or friar , sworn in peace to bide ; Or pardoner , or travelling priest , Or strolling pilgrim , at the least . " - THE Captain mused a little space , And passed his hand across his face : " Fain would I ...
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Abbess Abbot ancient Angus arms ballad band battle beads Berwick Berwickshire Bishop Blount Border Bothwell brand called CANTO castle Cathedral Chester-le-Street Church Cistercian Clara Clare Constance cross Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas Durham Earl Edinburgh Edward England English Eustace fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden French hall hand hath heard heart Henry VIII heralds Heron Hilda hill holy Holy Island Holy Isle host Isle King James knight Lady land Lindesay Lindisfarne Lochinvar look Lord Marmion maid Minstrel monks ne'er noble Norham Northumberland nuns o'er Palmer Perchance Perkin Warbeck pilgrim poem pray prayer river rode royal ruins Saint Cuthbert Saint George Saint Hilda Saint Valentine Saxon Scotch Scotland Scott Scottish seems shewed shield shrine squire steed supra tale Tamworth Tantallon thee thou tower town Tweed Warkworth Whitby Whitby's Wilton word xxii xxiv xxviii xxxi
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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...