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... Lake Enters Morgana's fated house , Or in the Chapel Perilous , Despising spells and demons ' force , Holds converse with the unburied corse ; Or when , Dame Ganore's grace to move , ( Alas ! that lawless was their love ) He sought ...
... Lake Enters Morgana's fated house , Or in the Chapel Perilous , Despising spells and demons ' force , Holds converse with the unburied corse ; Or when , Dame Ganore's grace to move , ( Alas ! that lawless was their love ) He sought ...
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... lake or wood ; Each one a six - foot bow could bend , And far a cloth - yard shaft could send ; Each held a boar - spear tough and strong , And at their belts their quivers rung . Their dusty palfreys , and array , Shewed they had ...
... lake or wood ; Each one a six - foot bow could bend , And far a cloth - yard shaft could send ; Each held a boar - spear tough and strong , And at their belts their quivers rung . Their dusty palfreys , and array , Shewed they had ...
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... lake . This were a guide o'er moor and dale ; But , when our John hath quaffed his ale , As little as the wind that blows , And warms itself against his nose , Kens he , or cares , which way he goes . " XXV . " Gramercy ! " quoth Lord ...
... lake . This were a guide o'er moor and dale ; But , when our John hath quaffed his ale , As little as the wind that blows , And warms itself against his nose , Kens he , or cares , which way he goes . " XXV . " Gramercy ! " quoth Lord ...
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... lake ; Thou know'st it well , -nor fen , nor sedge , Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer , the mountains sink At once upon the level brink ; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land . Far ...
... lake ; Thou know'st it well , -nor fen , nor sedge , Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer , the mountains sink At once upon the level brink ; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land . Far ...
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... lake a thousand rills ; In summer tide , so soft they weep , The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof - tread sounds too rude , So stilly is the solitude . Nought living meets the eye or ear , But well I ween the dead are ...
... lake a thousand rills ; In summer tide , so soft they weep , The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof - tread sounds too rude , So stilly is the solitude . Nought living meets the eye or ear , But well I ween the dead are ...
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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