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... stone , Where , taming thought to human pride ! -- The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , " Twill trickle to his rival's bier ! O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound ...
... stone , Where , taming thought to human pride ! -- The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , " Twill trickle to his rival's bier ! O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound ...
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... stone , And long , dim , lofty , aisle are gone , And lingering last , deception dear , The choir's high sounds die on my ear . Now slow return the lonely down , The silent pastures bleak and brown , The farm begirt with copse - wood ...
... stone , And long , dim , lofty , aisle are gone , And lingering last , deception dear , The choir's high sounds die on my ear . Now slow return the lonely down , The silent pastures bleak and brown , The farm begirt with copse - wood ...
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... stone , By which you reach the Donjon gate , And there , with herald pomp and state , They hailed Lord Marmion : They hailed him Lord of Fontenaye , Of Lutterward , and Scrivelbaye , Of Tamworth tower and town ; And he , their courtesy ...
... stone , By which you reach the Donjon gate , And there , with herald pomp and state , They hailed Lord Marmion : They hailed him Lord of Fontenaye , Of Lutterward , and Scrivelbaye , Of Tamworth tower and town ; And he , their courtesy ...
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... stone . On the deep walls , the heathen Dane Had poured his impious rage in vain ; And needful was such strength to these , Exposed to the tempestuous seas , Scourged by the wind's eternal sway , Open to rovers fierce as they , Which ...
... stone . On the deep walls , the heathen Dane Had poured his impious rage in vain ; And needful was such strength to these , Exposed to the tempestuous seas , Scourged by the wind's eternal sway , Open to rovers fierce as they , Which ...
48 psl.
... stone , When holy Hilda prayed ; Themselves , within their holy bound , Their stony folds had often found . They told , how sea - fowls ' pinions fail , As over Whitby's towers they sail , And , sinking down , with flutterings faint ...
... stone , When holy Hilda prayed ; Themselves , within their holy bound , Their stony folds had often found . They told , how sea - fowls ' pinions fail , As over Whitby's towers they sail , And , sinking down , with flutterings faint ...
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Abbess abbot ancient Angus armour arms array band battle beneath Blount bold Bothwell brand breast brow called Canto castle chapel Chester-le-street Clare cross Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl ETTRICKE FOREST Eustace fair falcon crest fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath hear heard heart heaven Heron hill holy Holy Island honoured horse host James King knight Lady land light Lindisfarne Lochinvar look Lord Marmion loud Master of Angus merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland NOTE nought o'er Palmer peace Perchance plain Post and Pair pray proud rock rode round royal rude Saint Hilda's scarce Scotland Scottish shield Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide tower train Twas Tweed ween Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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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.