Works, Volumen24Houghton Mifflin, 1923 |
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... fear , Lest his old legends tire the ear Of one who , in his simple mind , May boast of book - learned taste refined . But thou , my friend , canst fitly tell - For few have read romance so well How still the legendary lay O'er poet's ...
... fear , Lest his old legends tire the ear Of one who , in his simple mind , May boast of book - learned taste refined . But thou , my friend , canst fitly tell - For few have read romance so well How still the legendary lay O'er poet's ...
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... Fear , That loves the tale she shrinks to hear ; And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith , Unchanged by sufferings , time , or death ; And Valour , lion - mettled lord , Leaning upon his own good sword . Well has thy fair achievement shown A ...
... Fear , That loves the tale she shrinks to hear ; And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith , Unchanged by sufferings , time , or death ; And Valour , lion - mettled lord , Leaning upon his own good sword . Well has thy fair achievement shown A ...
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... fears , And deadly feud or thirst of spoil Break out in some unseemly broil . A herald were my fitting guide ; Or friar , sworn in peace to bide ; 1 See Note 15 . Or pardoner , or travelling priest , Or strolling pilgrim 38 MARMION.
... fears , And deadly feud or thirst of spoil Break out in some unseemly broil . A herald were my fitting guide ; Or friar , sworn in peace to bide ; 1 See Note 15 . Or pardoner , or travelling priest , Or strolling pilgrim 38 MARMION.
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... fear or jeopardy : If this same Palmer will me lead From hence to Holy - Rood , Like his good saint , I'll pay his meed , Instead of cockle - shell or bead , With angels fair and good . I love such holy ramblers ; still They know to ...
... fear or jeopardy : If this same Palmer will me lead From hence to Holy - Rood , Like his good saint , I'll pay his meed , Instead of cockle - shell or bead , With angels fair and good . I love such holy ramblers ; still They know to ...
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... , long travel , want , or woe , Soon change the form that best we know - For deadly fear can time outgo , And blanch at once the hair ; Hard toil can roughen form and face , And want can quench the eye's bright grace , Nor 45 MARMION.
... , long travel , want , or woe , Soon change the form that best we know - For deadly fear can time outgo , And blanch at once the hair ; Hard toil can roughen form and face , And want can quench the eye's bright grace , Nor 45 MARMION.
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.