Works, Volumen24Houghton Mifflin, 1923 |
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... dark and narrow glen , You scarce the rivulet might ken , So thick the tangled greenwood grew , So feeble trilled the streamlet through ; Now , murmuring hoarse , and frequent seen Through bush and brier , no longer green , An angry ...
... dark and narrow glen , You scarce the rivulet might ken , So thick the tangled greenwood grew , So feeble trilled the streamlet through ; Now , murmuring hoarse , and frequent seen Through bush and brier , no longer green , An angry ...
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... dark intrigue for place ; Like fabled Gods , their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its jar ; Beneath each banner proud to stand , Looked up the noblest of the land , Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and ...
... dark intrigue for place ; Like fabled Gods , their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its jar ; Beneath each banner proud to stand , Looked up the noblest of the land , Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and ...
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... dark waters rushing on . Prompt on unequal tasks to run , Thus Nature disciplines her son : Meeter , she says , for me to stray , And waste the solitary day In plucking from yon fen the reed , And watch it floating down the Tweed , Or ...
... dark waters rushing on . Prompt on unequal tasks to run , Thus Nature disciplines her son : Meeter , she says , for me to stray , And waste the solitary day In plucking from yon fen the reed , And watch it floating down the Tweed , Or ...
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... dark array . Beneath the sable palisade That closed the castle barricade , His bugle - horn he blew ; The warder hasted from the wall , And warned the captain in the hall , For well the blast he knew ; And joyfully that knight did call ...
... dark array . Beneath the sable palisade That closed the castle barricade , His bugle - horn he blew ; The warder hasted from the wall , And warned the captain in the hall , For well the blast he knew ; And joyfully that knight did call ...
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... Well by his visage you might know He was a stalworth knight and keen , And had in many a battle been ; The scar on his brown cheek revealed A token true of Bosworth field ; His eyebrow dark and eye of fire Showed spirit proud 27 MARMION.
... Well by his visage you might know He was a stalworth knight and keen , And had in many a battle been ; The scar on his brown cheek revealed A token true of Bosworth field ; His eyebrow dark and eye of fire Showed spirit proud 27 MARMION.
Términos y frases comunes
arms band battle beneath blade blood bold brand brave breast broadsword brow CANTO castle chase Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's couch courser crest dark deep Douglas dread e'er Earl Earl of Mar Ellen Ettrick Forest fair falchion fear fell Fitz-James Flodden gallant gave glance glen grace Græme grey hall hand Harold harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy honoured hound James King knight lady lake land light Lindisfarne Loch Achray Loch Katrine lone look Lord Marmion loud maid maiden merry merrymen minstrel monarch morning mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pass pennons pibroch plaid prelate pride proud rest rock Roderick Dhu rose round rude Saint Saint Cuthbert Saint Hilda Saxon Scotland Scottish shallop sire smile snood sought sound spear spoke steed stern stood strain sword tale tartans thee thine thou tide tower warrior 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.