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... notes of holy song , As if some angel spoke again , All peace on earth , good - will to men ; If ever from an English heart , O here let prejudice depart , And , partial feeling cast aside , Record that Fox a Briton died ! When Europe ...
... notes of holy song , As if some angel spoke again , All peace on earth , good - will to men ; If ever from an English heart , O here let prejudice depart , And , partial feeling cast aside , Record that Fox a Briton died ! When Europe ...
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... 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 , Where wilt thou find their like ...
... 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 , Where wilt thou find their like ...
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... space , Our northern wars to learn ; I pray you for your lady's grace . " - Lord Marmion's brow grew stern . The rest of this old ballad may be found in the note XV . The Captain mark'd his alter'd look , And THE CASTLE . 23.
... space , Our northern wars to learn ; I pray you for your lady's grace . " - Lord Marmion's brow grew stern . The rest of this old ballad may be found in the note XV . The Captain mark'd his alter'd look , And THE CASTLE . 23.
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... Must menial service do ; While horns blow out a note of shame , And monks cry , " Fie upon your name ! In wrath , for loss of sylvan game , Saint Hilda's priest ye slew . " This , on Ascension day , each year , While THE CONVENT . 47.
... Must menial service do ; While horns blow out a note of shame , And monks cry , " Fie upon your name ! In wrath , for loss of sylvan game , Saint Hilda's priest ye slew . " This , on Ascension day , each year , While THE CONVENT . 47.
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... Who snatched , on Alexandria's sand , The conqueror's wreath with dying hand . " Or , if to touch such chord be thine , Restore the ancient tragic line , And emulate the notes that rung From the wild harp INTRODUCTION TO CANTO THIRD . 61.
... Who snatched , on Alexandria's sand , The conqueror's wreath with dying hand . " Or , if to touch such chord be thine , Restore the ancient tragic line , And emulate the notes that rung From the wild harp INTRODUCTION TO CANTO THIRD . 61.
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Abbess ancient arms band battle bear beneath bold Border bright called castle cause changed Clare close cross dark death deep Douglas Earl English face fair fear fell field fight fire gave given grace grave hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven held hill hold holy horse host hour James King knew knight Lady land leave length light living look Lord Marmion marked meet monks morning mountain ne'er never noble NOTE o'er Palmer passed peace plain pray rest rock rose round royal rude Saint scarce Scotland Scottish seemed seen shield side soon sound spoke squire steed stone stood strong sword tale tell thee thou thought tide told took tower train turn wall wild
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122 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...
122 psl. - 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.
122 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.
160 psl. - Douglas' head ! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near...
104 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 thundercloud. 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...
177 psl. - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded King.
144 psl. - Twas Christmas told the merriest tale ; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.
35 psl. - 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.
160 psl. - 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.
143 psl. - On Christmas eve the bells were rung, On Christmas eve the mass was sung: * That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.