Scott's Marmion: A Tale of Flodden FieldMasterpiece Library, "Review of Reviews" Office, 1899 - 335 psl. |
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... scarce the rivulet might ken , So thick the tangled greenwood grew , 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 ...
... scarce the rivulet might ken , So thick the tangled greenwood grew , 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 ...
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... scarce his passion tells ; Mystery , half veil'd and half reveal'd ; And Honour , with his spotless shield ; Attention , with fix'd eye ; and Fear , That loves the tale she shrinks to hear ; And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith , Unchanged ...
... scarce his passion tells ; Mystery , half veil'd and half reveal'd ; And Honour , with his spotless shield ; Attention , with fix'd eye ; and Fear , That loves the tale she shrinks to hear ; And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith , Unchanged ...
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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 chafe , 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 chafe , 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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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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170 psl. - I tell thee thou'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!
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247 psl. - Have we not seen, at Pleasure's lordly call, The smiling, long-frequented village fall ? Beheld the duteous son, the sire decay'd, The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Forced from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main — Where wild Oswego* spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound...
305 psl. - The neck that made that white robe wan, Her stately neck, and arms were bare; Her blue-veined feet unsandal'd were, And wildly glittered here and there The gems entangled in her hair.
222 psl. - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
171 psl. - At first in heart it liked me ill, .When the king praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine, Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line: So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried ; " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride : I warrant him a warrior tried.
62 psl. - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While...
184 psl. - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
169 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...