Marmion. With intr., notes, map, and glossary, for the use of schools, [ed.] by E.E. Morris |
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... Scottish Border . " And we should add to these the book , which probably gave him the idea of his own collection , " Percy's Reliques , " a favourite , as we know , of his boyish years . First Such are the seeds : let us note the fruit ...
... Scottish Border . " And we should add to these the book , which probably gave him the idea of his own collection , " Percy's Reliques , " a favourite , as we know , of his boyish years . First Such are the seeds : let us note the fruit ...
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... notes : - ( 1. ) The substitution of Lady Ford for her husband as a hostage at the Scottish Court , and the alteration of his name from William to Hugh . ( 2. ) Placing nuns at Whitby , Tynemouth , ESTIMATE OF MARMION . xi.
... notes : - ( 1. ) The substitution of Lady Ford for her husband as a hostage at the Scottish Court , and the alteration of his name from William to Hugh . ( 2. ) Placing nuns at Whitby , Tynemouth , ESTIMATE OF MARMION . xi.
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... Scottish Court addressed , I journey at our King's behest , And pray you , of your grace , provide For me and mine a trusty guide . 5 I have not ridden in Scotland since James backed the cause of that mock prince , 10 Warbeck , that ...
... Scottish Court addressed , I journey at our King's behest , And pray you , of your grace , provide For me and mine a trusty guide . 5 I have not ridden in Scotland since James backed the cause of that mock prince , 10 Warbeck , that ...
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... Scottish side : And , though a bishop built this fort , Few holy brethren here resort ; Even our good chaplain , as I ween , Since our last siege , we have not seen : The mass he might not sing or say , Upon one stinted meal a day ; So ...
... Scottish side : And , though a bishop built this fort , Few holy brethren here resort ; Even our good chaplain , as I ween , Since our last siege , we have not seen : The mass he might not sing or say , Upon one stinted meal a day ; So ...
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... The needfullest among us all , When time hangs heavy in the hall , And snow comes thick at Christmas - tide , And we can neither hunt , nor rido A foray on the Scottish side . 15 The vowed revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in CANTO I. ] ]
... The needfullest among us all , When time hangs heavy in the hall , And snow comes thick at Christmas - tide , And we can neither hunt , nor rido A foray on the Scottish side . 15 The vowed revenge of Bughtrig rude , May end in CANTO I. ] ]
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Abbess afterwards ancient arms band battle Bishop Border called castle cause changed Church Clare close convent cross dark death deep Douglas Earl Edward England English face fair fear fell field fight fire Flodden French Full gave give given hall hand head hear heard heart held Henry heralds hill holy host James King knew knight Lady laid land light lines look Lord Marmion mark means miles monks never noble o'er once Palmer passed peace plain poem pray prayer rest river rose round royal ruins Saint Scotland Scott Scottish seems seen side soon squire steed stone stood story strange tale tell thee thou thought told took tower town train Vide viii wild Wilton
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