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... Deep graved in every British heart , O never let those names depart ! Say to your sons , -Lo , here his grave , Who victor died on Gadite wave ; To him , as to the burning levin , Short , bright , resistless course was given ; Where'er ...
... Deep graved in every British heart , O never let those names depart ! Say to your sons , -Lo , here his grave , Who victor died on Gadite wave ; To him , as to the burning levin , Short , bright , resistless course was given ; Where'er ...
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... deep , And Cheviot's mountains lone : The battled towers , the Donjon Keep , The loop - hole grates where captives weep , The flanking walls that round it sweep , In yellow lustre shone . The warriors on the turrets high , Moving athwart ...
... deep , And Cheviot's mountains lone : The battled towers , the Donjon Keep , The loop - hole grates where captives weep , The flanking walls that round it sweep , In yellow lustre shone . The warriors on the turrets high , Moving athwart ...
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... deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache , and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age ; His square - turned joints , and strength of ...
... deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache , and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age ; His square - turned joints , and strength of ...
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... Could back to peace my bosom bring , Or bid it throb no more ! " — XXX . And now the midnight draught of sleep , Where wine and spices richly steep , In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents 54 MARMION . CANTO I.
... Could back to peace my bosom bring , Or bid it throb no more ! " — XXX . And now the midnight draught of sleep , Where wine and spices richly steep , In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents 54 MARMION . CANTO I.
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents on knee . Lord Marmion drank a fair good rest , The Captain pledged his noble guest , The cup went through among Who drained it merrily ; the rest , Alone the ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) In massive bowl of silver deep , The page presents on knee . Lord Marmion drank a fair good rest , The Captain pledged his noble guest , The cup went through among Who drained it merrily ; the rest , Alone the ...
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Abbess abbot ancient armed beneath bold breast called CANTO castle chapel charms Dane dark death deep donjon Durham Earl elfin Erskine Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair falcon falcon crest fear Firth of Clyde Fitz-Eustace foes Friar John gentle grace grave Guenever hall hand hath hear heard heart heaven hermit Heron Hilda Holy Island holy vessell honoured horse hounds hunt king knight lady lady's lake lance land lerges Lindisfarn lonely Lord Marmion minstrels monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nuns o'er Palmer Perkin Warbeck pray proud Ridley rock round rude rung scarce Scotland Scottes Scottish Scottish marches seemed Shewed shield shrine Sir Launcelot sound spell squire St Cuthbert steed stone stood sword tale Tamworth tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought toil tomb tower Twas wall Warkworth Whitby Whitby's wild William
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Página 133 - 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.
Página 146 - 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.
Página 145 - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving ; There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving ; There, thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever, Never again to wake, Never, O never ! CHOUUS.
Página 212 - With these arms I found many of them armed for the hunting. As for their attire, any man, of what degree soever, that comes amongst them, must not disdain to wear it ; for if they do, then they will disdain to hunt, or willingly to bring in their dogs ; but if men be kind unto them, and be in their habit, then are they conquered with kindness, and the sport will be plentiful.
Página 5 - And far beneath their summer hill, Stray sadly by Glenkinnon's rill : The shepherd shifts his mantle's fold, And wraps him closer from the cold ; His dogs no merry circles wheel, But, shivering, follow at his heel ; A cowering glance they often cast, As deeper moans the gathering blast.
Página 130 - Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honey-suckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall. I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade The sun in all his round surveyed...
Página 214 - 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 - And therewith upon his hands, and upon his knees, he went so nigh, that he touched the holy vessell, and kissed it: And anon he was hole, and then he said, " Lord God, I thank thee, for I am healed of this malady.
Página 26 - 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.
Página 131 - Methought grim features, seam'd with scars, Glared through the window's rusty bars, And ever, by the winter hearth, Old tales I heard of woe or mirth, Of lovers' slights, of ladies' charms, Of witches