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... 'd the gilded spurs to claim ; For well could each a war - horse tame , Could draw the bow , the sword could sway , And lightly bear the ring away ; Nor less with courteous precepts stored , Could dance in CANTO I. 21 THE CASTLE .
... 'd the gilded spurs to claim ; For well could each a war - horse tame , Could draw the bow , the sword could sway , And lightly bear the ring away ; Nor less with courteous precepts stored , Could dance in CANTO I. 21 THE CASTLE .
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... . AY , if with Royal James's bride The lovely Lady Heron bide , Behold me here a messenger , Your tender greetings prompt to bear ; For , to the Scottish court address'd , I journey at our King's behest , And pray you 30 MARMION .
... . AY , if with Royal James's bride The lovely Lady Heron bide , Behold me here a messenger , Your tender greetings prompt to bear ; For , to the Scottish court address'd , I journey at our King's behest , And pray you 30 MARMION .
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... bears his name , ) With lurching step around me prowl , And stop , against the moon to howl ; The mountain - boar , on battle set , His tusks upon my stem would whet ; While doe , and roe , and red - deer good , Have bounded by ...
... bears his name , ) With lurching step around me prowl , And stop , against the moon to howl ; The mountain - boar , on battle set , His tusks upon my stem would whet ; While doe , and roe , and red - deer good , Have bounded by ...
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... Bears thwart the lake the scatter'd pine . Yet even this nakedness has power , And aids the feeling of the hour : Nor thicket , dell , nor copse you spy , Where living thing conceal'd might lie ; Nor point , retiring , hides a dell ...
... Bears thwart the lake the scatter'd pine . Yet even this nakedness has power , And aids the feeling of the hour : Nor thicket , dell , nor copse you spy , Where living thing conceal'd might lie ; Nor point , retiring , hides a dell ...
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... bear his name : + Such tales had Whitby's fishers told , And said they might his shape behold , And hear his anvil sound ; A deaden'd clang , - —a huge dim form , Seen but , and heard , when gathering storm And night was closing round ...
... bear his name : + Such tales had Whitby's fishers told , And said they might his shape behold , And hear his anvil sound ; A deaden'd clang , - —a huge dim form , Seen but , and heard , when gathering storm And night was closing round ...
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Abbess ancient armour arms array band banner battle battle of Flodden Beneath Blount bold Bothwell broke brow castle cheek Clare cross'd Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas dusky ridge e'er Earl Earl's England's English Ettrick Forest Eustace fair falchion fear fell fight fire Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath heard heart Heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island horse host King's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarne Lochinvar look look'd Lord Marmion loud mark'd minstrel Monarch monks morning mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle o'er Palmer pass'd peace Perchance plain ride round royal rude sable Saint Andrew Saint Jude scarce Scotland Scottish Scottish power seem'd shade shield show'd Sir Launcelot spear spoke squire steed stood Surrey Surrey's sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower troop turret Twas Tweed Twisel Whitby's wild Wilton
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Página 256 - ... snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight ; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well ; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded king.
Página 262 - 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 ! ' But soon he reined his fury's pace: ' A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.
Página 260 - Ask me not what the maiden feels, Left in that dreadful hour alone : Perchance her reason stoops, or reels ; Perchance a courage, not her own, Braces her mind to desperate tone. — The scatter'd van of England wheels ; — She only said, as loud in air The tumult roar'd, " Is Wilton there ?" — They fly, or, madden'd by despair, Fight but to die,—
Página 258 - Douglas' head ! And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate : And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even...
Página 65 - With massive arches broad and round, That rose alternate, row and row, On ponderous columns, short and low, Built ere the art was known, By pointed aisle, and shafted stalk, The arcades of an alley'd walk To emulate in stone. On the deep walls the heathen Dane Had pourM his impious rage in vain ; And needful was such strength to these, Exposed to the tempestuous seas, Scourged by the winds...
Página 18 - George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray Less bright, and less, was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower, So heavily it hung. The scouts had parted on their search, The castle gates were barred ; Above the gloomy portal arch, Timing his footsteps to a march, The warder kept his guard, Low humming, as he paced along, Some ancient Border gathering song.
Página 262 - 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 257 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone; The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Página 266 - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and vast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march ; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his mountain-throne King James did rushing come.
Página 256 - He had safe conduct for his band, Beneath the royal seal and hand, And Douglas gave a guide : The ancient Earl, with. stately grace, Would Clara on her palfrey place, And whispered, in an under tone, " Let the hawk stoop, his prey is flown.