Marmion. With intr., notes, map, and glossary, for the use of schools, [ed.] by E.E. Morris |
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... thought it affected and inaccu- rate , Gothic and irregular . He lamented the day when a gentleman of such endowments was corrupted by the wicked tales of knight - errantry and enchantment . Lord Byron's opinions will be found in the ...
... thought it affected and inaccu- rate , Gothic and irregular . He lamented the day when a gentleman of such endowments was corrupted by the wicked tales of knight - errantry and enchantment . Lord Byron's opinions will be found in the ...
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... thought intended to be conveyed . He must notice also the background - whether the scenery of nature , or architec- ture , with which the actors are surrounded , brings into due relief the spirit of the particular action . But in music ...
... thought intended to be conveyed . He must notice also the background - whether the scenery of nature , or architec- ture , with which the actors are surrounded , brings into due relief the spirit of the particular action . But in music ...
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... thought upon his cheek , Did deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache , and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age ; His square ...
... thought upon his cheek , Did deep design and counsel speak . His forehead , by his casque worn bare , His thick moustache , and curly hair , Coal - black , and grizzled here and there , But more through toil than age ; His square ...
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... thought'st so goodly fair , He might not brook the northern air . 5 More of his fate if thou wouldst learn , I left him sick in Lindisfarne : Enough of him . - But , Heron , say , Why does thy lovely lady gay Disdain to grace the hall ...
... thought'st so goodly fair , He might not brook the northern air . 5 More of his fate if thou wouldst learn , I left him sick in Lindisfarne : Enough of him . - But , Heron , say , Why does thy lovely lady gay Disdain to grace the hall ...
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... thought I heard it plain , As other voices spoke again . I cannot tell - I like it not- Friar John hath told us it is wrote , No conscience clear , and void of wrong , 15 Can rest awake , and pray so long . Himself still sleeps before ...
... thought I heard it plain , As other voices spoke again . I cannot tell - I like it not- Friar John hath told us it is wrote , No conscience clear , and void of wrong , 15 Can rest awake , and pray so long . Himself still sleeps before ...
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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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81 psl. - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near: So light to the croupe 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,
80 psl. - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
126 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...
112 psl. - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone; The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
130 psl. - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
128 psl. - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling monk. With fruitless labor, Clara bound, And strove to stanch the gushing wound: The monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down- by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!
81 psl. - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
80 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...
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...
39 psl. - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving ; There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving ; There, thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever...