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... holy song , As if some angel spoke agen , " All peace on earth , good - will to men ; " If ever from an English heart , O , here let prejudice depart , And , partial feeling cast aside , Record , that Fox a Briton died ! When Europe ...
... holy song , As if some angel spoke agen , " All peace on earth , good - will to men ; " If ever from an English heart , O , here let prejudice depart , And , partial feeling cast aside , Record , that Fox a Briton died ! When Europe ...
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... holy quest , And , slumbering , saw the vision high , He might not view with waking eye . The mightiest chiefs of British song Scorn'd not such legends to prolong : They gleam through Spenser's elfin dream , And mix in Milton's heavenly ...
... holy quest , And , slumbering , saw the vision high , He might not view with waking eye . The mightiest chiefs of British song Scorn'd not such legends to prolong : They gleam through Spenser's elfin dream , And mix in Milton's heavenly ...
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... holy brethren here resort ; " Even our good chaplain , as I ween , " Since our last siege , we have not seen : " The mass he might not sing or say , 66 Upon one stinted meal a day ; " So , safe he sat in Durham aisle , " And pray'd for ...
... holy brethren here resort ; " Even our good chaplain , as I ween , " Since our last siege , we have not seen : " The mass he might not sing or say , 66 Upon one stinted meal a day ; " So , safe he sat in Durham aisle , " And pray'd for ...
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... Holy - Rood . " But that good man , as ill befalls , " Hath seldom left our castle walls , " Since on the vigil of St Bede , " In evil hour he cross'd the Tweed , " To teach Dame Alison her creed . " Old Bughtrig found him with his wife ...
... Holy - Rood . " But that good man , as ill befalls , " Hath seldom left our castle walls , " Since on the vigil of St Bede , " In evil hour he cross'd the Tweed , " To teach Dame Alison her creed . " Old Bughtrig found him with his wife ...
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... holy Palmer come , " From Salem first , and last from Rome ; " One , that hath kiss'd the blessed tomb , " And visited each holy shrine , " In Araby and Palestine ; " On hills of Armenie hath been , " Where Canto I. 51 THE CASTLE .
... holy Palmer come , " From Salem first , and last from Rome ; " One , that hath kiss'd the blessed tomb , " And visited each holy shrine , " In Araby and Palestine ; " On hills of Armenie hath been , " Where Canto I. 51 THE CASTLE .
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Página 195 - 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 grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Página 228 - 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.
Página 322 - Dragg'd from among the horses' feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! .... Young Blount his...
Página 114 - It was a barren scene and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled, But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall. I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade The sun in all its round surveyed...
Página 229 - 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?
Página 324 - 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...
Página 226 - 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.
Página 330 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep, To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their King. But yet, though thick the shafts...
Página 272 - All hailed, with uncontrolled delight, And general voice, the happy night, That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
Página 129 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.