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... once so popular may still attract public attention and curiosity , it seems to me not without its use to record the manner and circumstances under which the present , and other Poems on the same plan , attained for a season an extensive ...
... once so popular may still attract public attention and curiosity , it seems to me not without its use to record the manner and circumstances under which the present , and other Poems on the same plan , attained for a season an extensive ...
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... once licensed by the critics as fit for the market , was soon finished , pro- ceeding at about the rate of a canto per week . There was , indeed , little occasion for pause or hesitation , when a troublesome rhyme might be accommodated ...
... once licensed by the critics as fit for the market , was soon finished , pro- ceeding at about the rate of a canto per week . There was , indeed , little occasion for pause or hesitation , when a troublesome rhyme might be accommodated ...
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... once he had - but he was dead ! " Upon the harp he stoop'd his head , And busied himself the strings withal , To hide the tear that fain would fall . In solemn measure , soft and slow , Arose a father's notes of woe . CANTO FOURTH . I ...
... once he had - but he was dead ! " Upon the harp he stoop'd his head , And busied himself the strings withal , To hide the tear that fain would fall . In solemn measure , soft and slow , Arose a father's notes of woe . CANTO FOURTH . I ...
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... once the hair ; Hard toil can roughen form and face , And want can quench the eye's bright Nor does old age a wrinkle trace [ grace , More deeply than despair . Happy whom none of these befall , But this poor Palmer knew them all . XXIX ...
... once the hair ; Hard toil can roughen form and face , And want can quench the eye's bright Nor does old age a wrinkle trace [ grace , More deeply than despair . Happy whom none of these befall , But this poor Palmer knew them all . XXIX ...
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... once a forest fair , * When these waste glens with copse were lined , And peopled with the hart and hind . Yon Thorn - perchance whose prickly spears Have fenced him for three hundred years , While fell around his green compeers- Yon ...
... once a forest fair , * When these waste glens with copse were lined , And peopled with the hart and hind . Yon Thorn - perchance whose prickly spears Have fenced him for three hundred years , While fell around his green compeers- Yon ...
Términos y frases comunes
ancient arms band banner bard battle beneath blood blood-hound bold bower brand brave breast bright broadsword brow Bruce castle chivalry clan courser dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight fire gallant glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy horse isle King knight lady land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine lone Lord Marmion loud maid maiden mark'd minstrel morning Mortham moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pale pass'd pennon pibroch pride proud Risingham rock Roderick round rude Saint Saxon scarce scene Scotland Scottish seem'd show'd sire song sought soul sound spear steed stern stood Swinton sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas twixt vex'd voice wake warrior wave ween wild wind youth
Pasajes populares
Página 39 - O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Página 85 - 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,
Página 85 - 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 bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 139 - Have, then, thy wish!"— 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 101 - 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 126 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Página 24 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 348 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain grey, Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming : And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay,
Página 247 - tis the Changeling) gave — "Dost thou not rest thee on my arm? Do not my plaid-folds hold thee warm ? Hath not the wild bull's treble hide This targe for thee and me supplied? Is not Clan-Colla's sword of steel ? And, trembler, canst .thou terror feel ? Cheer thee, and still that throbbing heart; From Ronald's guard thou shalt not part.
Página 361 - PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil. Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.