The poetical works of Walter Scott, 4 tomas |
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... his lagging sheep . If fails his heart , if his limbs fail , Benumbing death is in the gale ; His paths , his landmarks , all unknown , Close to the hut , no more his own , Close to the aid he sought in vain , The TO CANTO FOURTH .
... his lagging sheep . If fails his heart , if his limbs fail , Benumbing death is in the gale ; His paths , his landmarks , all unknown , Close to the hut , no more his own , Close to the aid he sought in vain , The TO CANTO FOURTH .
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... holy towers- Nor less , " he said , " I moan , To think what woe mischance may bring , And how these merry bells may ring The death - dirge of our gallant King ; Or , with their larum , call The burghers forth Canto IV . 53 THE CAMP .
... holy towers- Nor less , " he said , " I moan , To think what woe mischance may bring , And how these merry bells may ring The death - dirge of our gallant King ; Or , with their larum , call The burghers forth Canto IV . 53 THE CAMP .
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... death - mass sing ; For never saw'st thou such a power Led on by such a king . ” - - And now , down winding to the plain , The barriers of the camp they gain , And there they made a stay.➡ There stays the Minstrel , till he fling His ...
... death - mass sing ; For never saw'st thou such a power Led on by such a king . ” - - And now , down winding to the plain , The barriers of the camp they gain , And there they made a stay.➡ There stays the Minstrel , till he fling His ...
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... death , and cold as lead , — She deem'd she heard her death - doom read . " Cheer thee , my child ! " the Abbess said , 66 They dare not tear thee from my hand , To ride alone with armed band . " - 66 Nay , holy mother , nay , " Fitz ...
... death , and cold as lead , — She deem'd she heard her death - doom read . " Cheer thee , my child ! " the Abbess said , 66 They dare not tear thee from my hand , To ride alone with armed band . " - 66 Nay , holy mother , nay , " Fitz ...
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... Death to my fame , if such a fray Were fought , and Marmion away ! The Douglas , too , I wot not why , Hath ' bated of his courtesy : No longer in his halls I'll stay . " - Then bade his band , they should array For march against the ...
... Death to my fame , if such a fray Were fought , and Marmion away ! The Douglas , too , I wot not why , Hath ' bated of his courtesy : No longer in his halls I'll stay . " - Then bade his band , they should array For march against the ...
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Abbess ancient armour arms array band banner Baron battle battle of Flodden beard beneath blast Blount bold Border Bothwell brand brave camp CANTO castle Chief Christmas Clare cross dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Eustace fair fame fell fight Fitz-Eustace gallant hall hand head heard heart heaven hill holy horse host James IV King James king's Lady land Lion Lochinvar look Lord Marmion loud mark'd Master of Angus merry Monarch monks ne'er night noble Note nought o'er pallion Palmer pass'd Perchance Pitscottie plain Post and Pair prayer Queen rode round royal sable Saint Saint George Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shade shield Sir David Lindesay slain spear squire steed stood summons Surrey Surrey's sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide towers train turret Twas Twisel view'd wild Wilton
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92 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.
90 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.
198 psl. - And many a sinner's parting seen, But never aught like this." — 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 ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
192 psl. - Dragg'd from among the horses' feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! .... Young Blount his...
51 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...
194 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...
201 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.
171 psl. - the Douglas cried, " and chase ! " But soon he rein'd his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name. — A letter forged ! Saint Jude to speed ! Did ever knight so foul a deed ? 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.
133 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...
91 psl. - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; — And now I am 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.