Scott's Marmion: A Tale of Flodden FieldMasterpiece Library, "Review of Reviews" Office, 1899 - 335 psl. |
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... Abbess of Saint Hilda placed , With five fair nuns , the galley graced . II . ' Twas sweet to see these holy maids , Like birds escaped to greenwood shades , Their first flight from the cage , How timid , and how curious too , For all ...
... Abbess of Saint Hilda placed , With five fair nuns , the galley graced . II . ' Twas sweet to see these holy maids , Like birds escaped to greenwood shades , Their first flight from the cage , How timid , and how curious too , For all ...
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... Abbess , and the Novice Clare . III . The Abbess was of noble blood , But early took the veil and hood , Ere upon life she cast a look , Or knew the world that she forsook . Fair too she was , and kind had been As she was fair , but ne ...
... Abbess , and the Novice Clare . III . The Abbess was of noble blood , But early took the veil and hood , Ere upon life she cast a look , Or knew the world that she forsook . Fair too she was , and kind had been As she was fair , but ne ...
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... Abbess well . Sad was this voyage to the dame ; Summon'd to Lindisfarne , she came , There , with Saint Cuthbert's Abbot old , And Tynemouth's Prioress , to hold A chapter of Saint Benedict , For inquisition stern and strict , On two ...
... Abbess well . Sad was this voyage to the dame ; Summon'd to Lindisfarne , she came , There , with Saint Cuthbert's Abbot old , And Tynemouth's Prioress , to hold A chapter of Saint Benedict , For inquisition stern and strict , On two ...
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... Signing the cross , the Abbess stood , And bless'd them with her hand . XII . Suppose we now the welcome said , Suppose the Convent banquet made : 20 10 20 20 All through the holy dome , Through cloister , aisle II . ] 43 THE CONVENT .
... Signing the cross , the Abbess stood , And bless'd them with her hand . XII . Suppose we now the welcome said , Suppose the Convent banquet made : 20 10 20 20 All through the holy dome , Through cloister , aisle II . ] 43 THE CONVENT .
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... Abbess of Saint Hilda's , there , Sat for a space with visage bare , Until , to hide her bosom's swell , And tear - drops that for pity fell , She closely drew her veil : Yon shrouded figure , as I guess , By her proud mien and flowing ...
... Abbess of Saint Hilda's , there , Sat for a space with visage bare , Until , to hide her bosom's swell , And tear - drops that for pity fell , She closely drew her veil : Yon shrouded figure , as I guess , By her proud mien and flowing ...
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SCOTTS MARMION A TALE OF FLODD Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832,Harry Evan 1868- Ed Coblentz Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
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Abbess adjective ancient Angus armour arms band banner battle battle of Flodden battle of Largs beneath Blount Border called castle Christmas Clare colour Constance courser dame dark death deep derived Douglas Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest expression fair falchion fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden fought grave hall hand hath heard heart heaven Henry VIII Highland hill holy horse hypallage intransitive verb INTRODUCTION TO CANTO James James IV King knight Lady land Lindesay Lindisfarne look Lord Marmion means Minstrel monks mountain ne'er noble noun o'er Palmer participle pass'd passage peace poem poet Prussia ride round royal Saint Saint George Saint Hilda scarce Scotch Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd sense shield song sound spear squire stanza steed sword tale tell thee thou thought tide tomb tower Twas Tweed verb VIII wild Wilton word XXVIII
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