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... light , and others , too dull ; one will read to moralize ; and the only object of another will be , to while away a heavy hour . Some will demand more science , and others , more merriment . The journal will be abandoned by some ; and ...
... light , and others , too dull ; one will read to moralize ; and the only object of another will be , to while away a heavy hour . Some will demand more science , and others , more merriment . The journal will be abandoned by some ; and ...
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... light . St. George's banner , broad and gay , Now faded , as the fading ray Less bright , and less , was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the Donjon tower , So heavily it hung . The scouts had parted on their ...
... light . St. George's banner , broad and gay , Now faded , as the fading ray Less bright , and less , was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the Donjon tower , So heavily it hung . The scouts had parted on their ...
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... Light was each simple bosom there , " & c . p . 78 , 79 . " And now the vessel skirts the strand Of mountainous Northumberland ; Towns , towers , and halls successive rise , And catch the nuns ' delighted eyes . Monk - Wearmouth soon ...
... Light was each simple bosom there , " & c . p . 78 , 79 . " And now the vessel skirts the strand Of mountainous Northumberland ; Towns , towers , and halls successive rise , And catch the nuns ' delighted eyes . Monk - Wearmouth soon ...
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... light to the croup the fair lady he swung ! So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! - " She is won ! we are gone , over bank , bush , and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow ! " quoth young Lochinvar . There was mounting ...
... light to the croup the fair lady he swung ! So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! - " She is won ! we are gone , over bank , bush , and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow ! " quoth young Lochinvar . There was mounting ...
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... light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow , A ministering angel thou ! - Scarce were the piteous accents said , When , with the baron's casque , the maid To the nigh streamlet ran : Forgot were hatred , wrongs ...
... light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow , A ministering angel thou ! - Scarce were the piteous accents said , When , with the baron's casque , the maid To the nigh streamlet ran : Forgot were hatred , wrongs ...
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36 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! Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran; Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears; The plaintive voice alone she hears, Sees but the dying man.
71 psl. - Doon, How can ye blume sae fair ! How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu' o' care. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o' the happy days, When my fause luve was true.
196 psl. - THAT those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine, thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child; chase all thy fears away!
32 psl. - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
322 psl. - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
32 psl. - 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.
35 psl. - Is Wilton there ?" With that, straight up the hill there rode Two horsemen drenched with gore, And in their arms, a helpless load, A wounded knight they bore.
37 psl. - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And STANLEY ! was the cry. A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye ; With dying hand, above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted ' ' Victory l Charge, Chester, charge ! on, Stanley, on ! ' Were the last words of Marmion.
35 psl. - The border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, forced back, now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
205 psl. - I write unto you, fathers, because ye have known him that is from the beginning. I write unto you, young men, because ye have overcome the wicked one.