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... lightning - flash , and thunder - stroke , As Marmion left the Hold . It curl'd not Tweed alone , that breeze , For , far upon Northumbrian seas , It freshly blew , and strong , Where , from high Whitby's cloister'd pile , Bound to.
... lightning - flash , and thunder - stroke , As Marmion left the Hold . It curl'd not Tweed alone , that breeze , For , far upon Northumbrian seas , It freshly blew , and strong , Where , from high Whitby's cloister'd pile , Bound to.
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) Where , from high Whitby's cloister'd pile , Bound to Saint Cuthbert's Holy Isle , It bore a bark along . Upon the gale she stoop'd her side , And bounded o'er the swelling tide , As she were dancing home ; The ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Where , from high Whitby's cloister'd pile , Bound to Saint Cuthbert's Holy Isle , It bore a bark along . Upon the gale she stoop'd her side , And bounded o'er the swelling tide , As she were dancing home ; The ...
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... Whitby's nuns exulting told , How to their house three Barons bold Must menial service do ; While horns blow out a note of shame , And monks cry , 66 Fye upon your name ! In wrath , for loss of sylvan game , Saint Hilda's priest ye slew ...
... Whitby's nuns exulting told , How to their house three Barons bold Must menial service do ; While horns blow out a note of shame , And monks cry , 66 Fye upon your name ! In wrath , for loss of sylvan game , Saint Hilda's priest ye slew ...
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... Whitby's towers they sail , And , sinking down , with flutterings faint , They do their homage to the saint . XIV . Nor did Saint Cuthbert's daughters fail , To vie with these in holy tale ; VOL . III . & His body's resting - place , of ...
... Whitby's towers they sail , And , sinking down , with flutterings faint , They do their homage to the saint . XIV . Nor did Saint Cuthbert's daughters fail , To vie with these in holy tale ; VOL . III . & His body's resting - place , of ...
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... 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 were closing round . But this , as tale of idle fame ...
... 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 were closing round . But this , as tale of idle fame ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abbess abbot ancient arches arms beneath Bishop of Durham bold breast called castle champion chapel Chester-le-street Dane dark death deep Donjon Durham Earl Elfin Erskine Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair falcon fear Featherston Fitz-Eustace foes Forest Friar John gentle gentlemen grace grave grim Guenever hall Haltwhistle hand hath hear heard heart heaven hermit Heron Holy Island horse hounds hunt king knight lady lady's lake lance land light Lindisfarn lonely Lord Marmion mark'd minstrels monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle northern war Northumberland Note nuns o'er Palmer Perkin Warbeck proud Ridley rock round rude Saint Cuthbert's Saint Hilda's scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shew Shew'd shield shrine Sir Launcelot sound spear spell squire St Cuthbert steed stood sword tale Tamworth tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide toil tomb tower Tweed wall Warkworth Whitby Whitby's wild William
Pasajes populares
Página 16 - For talents mourn, untimely lost, When best employed and wanted most; Mourn genius high, and lore profound, And wit that loved to play, not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine, To penetrate, resolve, combine ; And feelings keen, and fancy's glow, They sleep with him who sleeps below...
Página 149 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Página 91 - Thy tower, proud Bamborough, mark'd they there, King Ida's castle, huge and square, From its tall rock look grimly down, And on the swelling ocean frown ; Then from the coast they bore away, And reach'd the Holy Island's bay.
Página 211 - The manner of the hunting is this : five or six hundred men do rise early in the morning, and they do disperse themselves divers ways, and seven, eight, or ten miles...
Página 57 - Poor wretch, the mother that him bare, If she had been in presence there, In his wan face and sunburnt hair She had not known her child.
Página 211 - Then after we had staid there three hours, or thereabouts, we might perceive the deer appear on the hills round about us (their heads making a show like a wood), which being followed close by the...
Página 180 - ... was a stone that was of marble ; but it was so dark, that Sir Launcelot might not well know what it was. Then Sir Launcelot looked by him, and saw an old chappell, and there he wend to have found people. And so Sir Launcelot tied his horse to a...
Página 71 - Companions of my mountain joys, Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
Página 185 - ... families. and also shadowed the events of future ages, in the succession of our imperial line ; with these helps, and those of the machines, which I have mentioned, I might perhaps have done as well as some of my predecessors, or at least chalked out a way for others to amend my errors in a like design. But being encouraged only with fair words by King Charles II, my little salary ill paid, and no prospect of a future subsistence, I -was then discouraged in the beginning of my attempt...
Página 134 - 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 ; Alas ! whose speech too oft I broke With gambol rude and timeless joke : For I was wayward, bold, and wild, A self-will'd imp, a grandame's child ; But half a plague, and half a jest, Was still endured, beloved, caress'd.