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... spoke , And he called on the Spirit of the Fell . XV . RIVER SPIRIT . ' Sleep'st thou , brother ? ' MOUNTAIN SPIRIT . ' Brother , nay- On my hills the moonbeams play . From Craikcross to Skelf hillpen , By every rill , in every glen ...
... spoke , And he called on the Spirit of the Fell . XV . RIVER SPIRIT . ' Sleep'st thou , brother ? ' MOUNTAIN SPIRIT . ' Brother , nay- On my hills the moonbeams play . From Craikcross to Skelf hillpen , By every rill , in every glen ...
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... spoke of former days , And how old age , and wand'ring long , Had done his hand and harp some wrong . The duchess and her daughters fair , And every gentle lady there , Each after each , in due degree , Gave praises to his melody ; His ...
... spoke of former days , And how old age , and wand'ring long , Had done his hand and harp some wrong . The duchess and her daughters fair , And every gentle lady there , Each after each , in due degree , Gave praises to his melody ; His ...
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... spoke the monk , in solemn tone : - ' I was not always a man of woe ; For Paynim countries I have trod , And fought beneath the Cross of God : Now strange to my eyes thine arms appear , And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear ...
... spoke the monk , in solemn tone : - ' I was not always a man of woe ; For Paynim countries I have trod , And fought beneath the Cross of God : Now strange to my eyes thine arms appear , And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear ...
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... spoke the monk , when the bell tolled one ! - I tell you , that a braver man Than William of Deloraine , good at need , Against a foe ne'er spurred a steed ; Yet somewhat was he chilled with dread , And his hair did bristle upon his ...
... spoke the monk , when the bell tolled one ! - I tell you , that a braver man Than William of Deloraine , good at need , Against a foe ne'er spurred a steed ; Yet somewhat was he chilled with dread , And his hair did bristle upon his ...
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... spoke , Nor mingled with the menial flock : And oft apart his arms he tossed , And often muttered ' Lost ! lost ! lost ! ' He was waspish , arch , and litherlie , But well Lord Cranstoun servèd he : And he of his service was full fain ...
... spoke , Nor mingled with the menial flock : And oft apart his arms he tossed , And often muttered ' Lost ! lost ! lost ! ' He was waspish , arch , and litherlie , But well Lord Cranstoun servèd he : And he of his service was full fain ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abbess arms band beneath blaze blood bold Border bore bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave breast bright castle cheer clan Clare courser cross dame dark dead deep Deloraine Douglas dread e'er Eskdale Ettrick Forest fair falchion fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden gallant grace grave hall hand harp hath hear heard heart heaven hill holy King knight lady Ladye lance land Liddesdale light Lindisfarne Lochinvar lonely look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel monk moss-trooper Musgrave ne'er noble o'er pale Palmer Perchance plain prayed pride proud raven's nest ride rode rose round rude rung Saint Saint George scarce Scotland Scotland's Scottish seneschal shield sigh sound spear spoke spur squire steed stood tale Tantallon tell Teviot's thee thou thought tide toil tomb tower train True Thomas turrets Twas warriors wave ween wild William of Deloraine Wilton
Pasajes populares
Página 241 - 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 Lochinvar.
Página 241 - 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 bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 240 - He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 281 - 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 240 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Página 17 - Which marks security to please : And scenes, long past, of joy and pain, Came wildering o'er his aged brain. He tried to tune his harp in vain ! The pitying Duchess praised its chime, And gave him heart, and gave him time, Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony.
Página 15 - Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by .an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and...
Página 223 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep...
Página 293 - And plumed crests of chieftains brave, Floating like foam upon the wave; But nought distinct they see: Wide raged the battle on the plain; Spears shook, and falchions flashed amain ; Fell England's arrow-flight like rain; Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Wild and disorderly. Amid the scene of tumult, high They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly: And stainless Tunstall's banner white, And Edmund Howard's lion bright...
Página 106 - The blackening wave is edged with white : To inch* and rock the sea-mews fly; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh. "Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay ; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensbeuch ; Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?