Works, Volumen24Houghton Mifflin, 1923 |
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Página 37
... king's behest , And pray you , of your grace , provide For me and mine a trusty guide . I have not ridden in Scotland since James backed the cause of that mock prince Warbeck , that Flemish counterfeit , 1 Who on the gibbet paid the ...
... king's behest , And pray you , of your grace , provide For me and mine a trusty guide . I have not ridden in Scotland since James backed the cause of that mock prince Warbeck , that Flemish counterfeit , 1 Who on the gibbet paid the ...
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... King Henry cried , " Sir Marmion , she shall be thy bride , If she were sworn a nun . " - + One way remained the king's command Sent Marmion to the Scottish land ; I lingered here , and rescue planned For Clara and 82 MARMION.
... King Henry cried , " Sir Marmion , she shall be thy bride , If she were sworn a nun . " - + One way remained the king's command Sent Marmion to the Scottish land ; I lingered here , and rescue planned For Clara and 82 MARMION.
Página 115
... king To that old camp's deserted round . Sir Knight , you well might mark the mound Left hand the town , the Pictish race - The trench , long since , in blood did trace ; The moor around is brown and bare , The space 115 MARMION.
... king To that old camp's deserted round . Sir Knight , you well might mark the mound Left hand the town , the Pictish race - The trench , long since , in blood did trace ; The moor around is brown and bare , The space 115 MARMION.
Página 117
... king , light leaping to the ground , With naked blade his phantom foe Compelled the future war to show . Of Largs he saw the glorious plain , Where still gigantic bones remain , Memorial of the Danish war ; Himself he saw , amid the ...
... king , light leaping to the ground , With naked blade his phantom foe Compelled the future war to show . Of Largs he saw the glorious plain , Where still gigantic bones remain , Memorial of the Danish war ; Himself he saw , amid the ...
Página 118
... King Alexander fills his grave , Our Lady give him rest ! Yet still the knightly spear and shield The Elfin Warrior doth wield Upon the brown hill's breast , ' And many a knight hath proved his chance In the charmed ring to break a ...
... King Alexander fills his grave , Our Lady give him rest ! Yet still the knightly spear and shield The Elfin Warrior doth wield Upon the brown hill's breast , ' And many a knight hath proved his chance In the charmed ring to break a ...
Términos y frases comunes
ancient arms band bard battle battle of Flodden beneath blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow called CANTO castle chief Chieftain clan courser cross dark death deep Douglas dread e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Ellen Ettrick Forest fair falchion fate fear fell fight fire Flodden gallant glance glen grace Græme grey hall hand Harold harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy honoured horse hound James King knight lady lake land light Lindisfarne Loch Katrine look Lord Marmion loud maid maiden merry minstrel monarch morning mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pass Perthshire pibroch plaid post and pair proud rock Roderick round rude Saint Saint Cuthbert Saxon Scotland Scottish sire song sought sound spear steed stern stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower wave wild
Pasajes populares
Página 414 - A fire devoureth before them; and behind them a flame burneth: the land is as the garden of Eden before them, and behind them a desolate wilderness; yea, and nothing shall escape them.
Página 154 - — he whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew, From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows ! On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
Página 38 - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Página 185 - 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 184 - 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...
Página 241 - The ponderous grate behind him rung: To pass there was such scanty room, The b'ars, descending, razed his plume. The steed along the drawbridge flies, Just as it trembled on the rise; Not lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lake's level brim; And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. "Horse! horse! " the Douglas cried, "and chase!
Página 60 - Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, Roderigh Vich Alpine, dhu, ho! ieroe!
Página 38 - Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done ; While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not, with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
Página 95 - Wise without learning, plain and good, And sprung of Scotland's gentler blood ; Whose eye in age, quick, clear, and keen, Showed what in youth its glance had been ; Whose doom discording neighbours sought, Content with equity unbought ; To him the venerable Priest, Our frequent and familiar guest, Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint...
Página 22 - And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again,* But that a ribald King and Court Bade him toil on, to make them sport ; Demanded for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play ; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.