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... tide of ecstacy.— It will not be it may not last— The vision of enchantment ' s past , Like frost - work in the morning ray , The fancied fabric melts away : Each Gothic arch , memorial stone , And long , dim , lofty , aisle are gone ...
... tide of ecstacy.— It will not be it may not last— The vision of enchantment ' s past , Like frost - work in the morning ray , The fancied fabric melts away : Each Gothic arch , memorial stone , And long , dim , lofty , aisle are gone ...
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... tide , And we can neither hunt , nor ride A foray on the Scottish side . The vowed revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in worse than loss of hood . Let Friar John , in safety , still In chimney corner snore his fill , Roast hissing crabs ...
... tide , And we can neither hunt , nor ride A foray on the Scottish side . The vowed revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in worse than loss of hood . Let Friar John , in safety , still In chimney corner snore his fill , Roast hissing crabs ...
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... tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . " But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair Saint Andrews bound , Within the ocean - cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn ...
... tide , To Scottish court to be his guide . " But I have solemn vows to pay , And may not linger by the way , To fair Saint Andrews bound , Within the ocean - cave to pray , Where good Saint Rule his holy lay , From midnight to the dawn ...
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... tide , You may not linger by the side ; For Fate shall thrust you from the shore , And passion ply the sail and oar . Yet cherish the remembrance still , Of the lone mountain and the rill ; For trust , dear boys , the time will come ...
... tide , You may not linger by the side ; For Fate shall thrust you from the shore , And passion ply the sail and oar . Yet cherish the remembrance still , Of the lone mountain and the rill ; For trust , dear boys , the time will come ...
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... dwell ; There's nothing left to fancy's guess , You see that all is loneliness ; And silence aids - though these steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills : In summer tide , so soft they weep , The INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND . 37.
... dwell ; There's nothing left to fancy's guess , You see that all is loneliness ; And silence aids - though these steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills : In summer tide , so soft they weep , The INTRODUCTION TO CANTO SECOND . 37.
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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.