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... sound , Till burst the bolt on yonder shore , Roll'd , blazed , destroy'd , —and was no more . Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth , Who bade the conqueror go forth , And launch'd that thunderbolt of war On Egypt , Hafnia , * Trafalgar ...
... sound , Till burst the bolt on yonder shore , Roll'd , blazed , destroy'd , —and was no more . Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth , Who bade the conqueror go forth , And launch'd that thunderbolt of war On Egypt , Hafnia , * Trafalgar ...
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... sound is still , The warder silent on the hill ! Oh , think , how to his latest day , When death , just hovering , claim'd his prey , With Palinure's unalter'd mood , Firm at his dangerous post he stood ; Each call for needful rest ...
... sound is still , The warder silent on the hill ! Oh , think , how to his latest day , When death , just hovering , claim'd his prey , With Palinure's unalter'd mood , Firm at his dangerous post he stood ; Each call for needful rest ...
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... sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems to cry , - " Here let their discord with them die . Speak not for those a separate doom , " Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; " But search the land of living men ...
... sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems to cry , - " Here let their discord with them die . Speak not for those a separate doom , " Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; " But search the land of living men ...
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... sounds die on my ear . Now slow return the lonely down , The silent pastures bleak and brown , The farm begirt with copse - wood wild , The gambols of each frolic child , Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters ...
... sounds die on my ear . Now slow return the lonely down , The silent pastures bleak and brown , The farm begirt with copse - wood wild , The gambols of each frolic child , Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters ...
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... and spell , While tyrants ruled , and damsels wept , Thy Genius , Chivalry , hath slept : There sound the harpings of the North , Till he awake and sally forth , On venturous quest to prick again , In all his 24 INTRODUCTION.
... and spell , While tyrants ruled , and damsels wept , Thy Genius , Chivalry , hath slept : There sound the harpings of the North , Till he awake and sally forth , On venturous quest to prick again , In all his 24 INTRODUCTION.
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195 psl. - 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 and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
228 psl. - 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.
322 psl. - Dragg'd from among the horses' feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! .... Young Blount his...
114 psl. - It was a barren scene and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled, But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall. I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade The sun in all its round surveyed...
229 psl. - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
324 psl. - 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...
226 psl. - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
330 psl. - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep, To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their King. But yet, though thick the shafts...
272 psl. - All hailed, with uncontrolled delight, And general voice, the happy night, That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
129 psl. - 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.