The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, 6 tomasA. Constable, 1821 |
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... ; The mind that thought for Britain's weal , The hand , that grasp'd the victor steel ? The vernal sun new life bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But vainly , vainly may he shine , Where Glory 12 INTRODUCTION.
... ; The mind that thought for Britain's weal , The hand , that grasp'd the victor steel ? The vernal sun new life bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But vainly , vainly may he shine , Where Glory 12 INTRODUCTION.
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... free- man's laws . Had'st thou but lived , though stripp'd of power , A watchman on the lonely tower , Thy thrilling trump had roused the land , When fraud or danger were at hand ; By thee , as by the beacon - light , 7 14 INTRODUCTION.
... free- man's laws . Had'st thou but lived , though stripp'd of power , A watchman on the lonely tower , Thy thrilling trump had roused the land , When fraud or danger were at hand ; By thee , as by the beacon - light , 7 14 INTRODUCTION.
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... hand the rudder held , Till , in his fall , with fateful sway , The steerage of the realm gave way ! Then , while on Britain's thousand plains , One unpolluted church remains , Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's ...
... hand the rudder held , Till , in his fall , with fateful sway , The steerage of the realm gave way ! Then , while on Britain's thousand plains , One unpolluted church remains , Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's ...
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... hand , and still the tongue , Of those who fought , and spoke , and sung ; Here , where the fretted aisles prolong The distant notes of holy song , As if some angel spoke agen , ་ ་ " All peace on earth , good - will to men ; ” If ever ...
... hand , and still the tongue , Of those who fought , and spoke , and sung ; Here , where the fretted aisles prolong The distant notes of holy song , As if some angel spoke agen , ་ ་ " All peace on earth , good - will to men ; ” If ever ...
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... hand in vain ; And how our hearts at doughty deeds , By warriors wrought in steely weeds , Still throb for fear and pity's sake ; As when the Champion of the Lake Enters Morgana's fated house , Or in the Chapel Perilous 22 INTRODUCTION.
... hand in vain ; And how our hearts at doughty deeds , By warriors wrought in steely weeds , Still throb for fear and pity's sake ; As when the Champion of the Lake Enters Morgana's fated house , Or in the Chapel Perilous 22 INTRODUCTION.
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band banner battle beneath blast bold Border Bothwell brand called CANTO castle chapel Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Eustace fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island horse host James IV King James King's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarn Lochinvar Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance Pitscottie plain rest rode round royal rude Saint Saint George scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shield Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire St Cuthbert steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide tower Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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227 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 thunder-cloud. 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...
268 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.
377 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.
266 psl. - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
345 psl. - Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire. "And this to me !" he said ; "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas
10 psl. - So feeble trill'd the streamlet through : Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen, Through bush and brier, no longer green, An angry brook, it sweeps the glade, Brawls over rock and wild cascade, And, foaming brown with doubled speed, Hurries its waters to the Tweed.
373 psl. - In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She died at Holy Isle."— Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound ; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents, from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said — " I knew That the dark presage must be true.— I would the Fiend, to whom belongs The vengeance due to all her wrongs, Would spare me but a day ! For wasting fire, and dying groan, And priests slain on the altar stone, Might bribe him for delay.
346 psl. - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
151 psl. - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
346 psl. - Lord Marmion turned — well was his need — And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending razed his plume.