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... grave , Deep graved in every British heart , Oh , never let those names depart ! Say to your sons , -Lo , here his Who victor died on Gadite wave : To him , as to the burning levin , Short , bright , resistless course was given ; Where ...
... grave , Deep graved in every British heart , Oh , never let those names depart ! Say to your sons , -Lo , here his Who victor died on Gadite wave : To him , as to the burning levin , Short , bright , resistless course was given ; Where ...
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... grave , Be every harsher thought suppressed , And spare the dead's eternal rest . Here , where the end of earthly things Lays heroes , patriots , bards , and kings ; Where stiff the hand and still the tongue , Of those who fought , and ...
... grave , Be every harsher thought suppressed , And spare the dead's eternal rest . Here , where the end of earthly things Lays heroes , patriots , bards , and kings ; Where stiff the hand and still the tongue , Of those who fought , and ...
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... grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his could drain the ocean dry , And force the planets from the sky . These spells are spent , and , spent with these , The wine of life is on the lees . Genius , and taste , and talent ...
... grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his could drain the ocean dry , And force the planets from the sky . These spells are spent , and , spent with these , The wine of life is on the lees . Genius , and taste , and talent ...
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... grave ; That Wizard Priest's , whose bones are thrust From company of holy dust ; On which no sun - beam ever shines- ( So superstition's creed divines , ) Thence view the lake , with sullen roar , Heave 38 INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND .
... grave ; That Wizard Priest's , whose bones are thrust From company of holy dust ; On which no sun - beam ever shines- ( So superstition's creed divines , ) Thence view the lake , with sullen roar , Heave 38 INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND .
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... Grave , White as the snowy charger's tail , Drives down the pass of Moffatdale . Marriot , thy harp , on Isis strung , To many a Border theme has rung : Then list to me , and thou shalt know Of this mysterious man of woe . CANTO THE ...
... Grave , White as the snowy charger's tail , Drives down the pass of Moffatdale . Marriot , thy harp , on Isis strung , To many a Border theme has rung : Then list to me , and thou shalt know Of this mysterious man of woe . CANTO THE ...
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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.