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... scarce the rivulet might ken , So thick the tangled green - wood grew , So feeble trilled the streamlet through : Now , murmuring hoarse , and frequent seen Through brush and brier , no longer green , An angry brook , it sweeps the ...
... scarce the rivulet might ken , So thick the tangled green - wood grew , So feeble trilled the streamlet through : Now , murmuring hoarse , and frequent seen Through brush and brier , no longer green , An angry brook , it sweeps the ...
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... scarce his passion tells ; Mystery , half - veiled and half - revealed ; And Honour , with his spotless shield ; Attention , with fixed eye ; and Fear , That loves the tale she shrinks to hear ; And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith ...
... scarce his passion tells ; Mystery , half - veiled and half - revealed ; And Honour , with his spotless shield ; Attention , with fixed eye ; and Fear , That loves the tale she shrinks to hear ; And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith ...
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... scarce the power To wave it on the Donjon tower , So heavily it hung . The scouts had parted on their search , The castle gates were barr'd ; Above the gloomy portal arch , Timing his footsteps to a march , The warder kept his guard ...
... scarce the power To wave it on the Donjon tower , So heavily it hung . The scouts had parted on their search , The castle gates were barr'd ; Above the gloomy portal arch , Timing his footsteps to a march , The warder kept his guard ...
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... scarce repel its pride ! Say , hast thou given that lovely youth To serve in lady's bower ? Or was the gentle page in sooth A gentle paramour ? " - - XVI . Lord Marmion ill could brook such jest He roll'd his kindling eye , With pain ...
... scarce repel its pride ! Say , hast thou given that lovely youth To serve in lady's bower ? Or was the gentle page in sooth A gentle paramour ? " - - XVI . Lord Marmion ill could brook such jest He roll'd his kindling eye , With pain ...
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... Scarce can the Tweed his passage find , Though much he fret , and chase , and toil , Till all his eddying currents boil , - Her long - descended lord is gone , And left us by the stream alone . And much I miss those sportive boys ...
... Scarce can the Tweed his passage find , Though much he fret , and chase , and toil , Till all his eddying currents boil , - Her long - descended lord is gone , And left us by the stream alone . And much I miss those sportive boys ...
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124 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...
123 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.
124 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.
162 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...
106 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...
179 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.
146 psl. - Twas Christmas told the merriest tale ; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.
37 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.
162 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.
145 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.