Marmion. With intr., notes, map, and glossary, for the use of schools, [ed.] by E.E. Morris |
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... O'er Horncliff Hill a plump of spears , Beneath a pennon gay ; A horseman , darting from the crowd , Like lightning from a summer cloud , Spurs on his mettled courser proud , Before the dark array . Beneath the sable palisade , That ...
... O'er Horncliff Hill a plump of spears , Beneath a pennon gay ; A horseman , darting from the crowd , Like lightning from a summer cloud , Spurs on his mettled courser proud , Before the dark array . Beneath the sable palisade , That ...
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... o'er the pavement high , And placed him in the upper place—— They feasted full and high : The whiles a northern harper rude Chanted a rhyme of deadly feud , — 5 10 " How the fierce Thirlwalls , and Ridleys all , 6 MARMION .
... o'er the pavement high , And placed him in the upper place—— They feasted full and high : The whiles a northern harper rude Chanted a rhyme of deadly feud , — 5 10 " How the fierce Thirlwalls , and Ridleys all , 6 MARMION .
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... o'er , He shall shrive penitent no more . Little he loves such risks , I know ; Yet , in your guard , perchance will go . " - xxii YOUNG SELBY , at the fair hall - board Carved to his uncle , and that lord , And reverently took up the ...
... o'er , He shall shrive penitent no more . Little he loves such risks , I know ; Yet , in your guard , perchance will go . " - xxii YOUNG SELBY , at the fair hall - board Carved to his uncle , and that lord , And reverently took up the ...
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... the passes of the North , And seeks far shrines beyond the Forth ; Little he eats , and long will wake , And drinks but of the stream or lake . 20 xxiii 5 10 10 15 xxiv 5 This were a guide o'er moor and dale ; But 12 MARMION .
... the passes of the North , And seeks far shrines beyond the Forth ; Little he eats , and long will wake , And drinks but of the stream or lake . 20 xxiii 5 10 10 15 xxiv 5 This were a guide o'er moor and dale ; But 12 MARMION .
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... o'er moor and dale ; But , when our John hath quaffed his ale , As little as the wind that blows , And warms itself against his nose , Kens he , or cares , which way he goes . " " GRAMERCY ! " quoth Lord Marmion , " Full loth were I ...
... o'er moor and dale ; But , when our John hath quaffed his ale , As little as the wind that blows , And warms itself against his nose , Kens he , or cares , which way he goes . " " GRAMERCY ! " quoth Lord Marmion , " Full loth were I ...
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Abbess Abbot ancient Angus arms ballad band battle beads Berwick Berwickshire Bishop Blount Border Bothwell brand called CANTO castle Cathedral Chester-le-Street Church Cistercian Clara Clare Constance cross Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas Durham Earl Edinburgh Edward England English Eustace fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden French hall hand hath heard heart Henry VIII heralds Heron Hilda hill holy Holy Island Holy Isle host Isle King James knight Lady land Lindesay Lindisfarne Lochinvar look Lord Marmion maid Minstrel monks ne'er noble Norham Northumberland nuns o'er Palmer Perchance Perkin Warbeck pilgrim poem pray prayer river rode royal ruins Saint Cuthbert Saint George Saint Hilda Saint Valentine Saxon Scotch Scotland Scott Scottish seems shewed shield shrine squire steed supra tale Tamworth Tantallon thee thou tower town Tweed Warkworth Whitby Whitby's Wilton word xxii xxiv xxviii xxxi
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113 psl. - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st 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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