Marmion. With intr., notes, map, and glossary, for the use of schools, [ed.] by E.E. Morris |
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... towers , the Donjon keep , The loophole grates where captives weep , 5 The flanking walls that round it sweep , Their ... tower , So heavily it hung . The scouts had parted on their search , The Castle gates were barred ; B The evening ...
... towers , the Donjon keep , The loophole grates where captives weep , 5 The flanking walls that round it sweep , Their ... tower , So heavily it hung . The scouts had parted on their search , The Castle gates were barred ; B The evening ...
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... tower and town ; And he , their courtesy to requite , 10 Gave them a chain of twelve marks weight , All as he lighted down . " Now largesse , largesse , Lord Marmion , Knight of the crest of gold ! A blazoned shield , in battle won , 15 ...
... tower and town ; And he , their courtesy to requite , 10 Gave them a chain of twelve marks weight , All as he lighted down . " Now largesse , largesse , Lord Marmion , Knight of the crest of gold ! A blazoned shield , in battle won , 15 ...
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... tower with me . 15 20 xiv Here may you keep your arms from rust , 5 May breathe your war - horse well ; Seldom hath passed a week but giust Or feat of arms befell : The Scots can rein a mettled steed , And love to couch a spear ...
... tower with me . 15 20 xiv Here may you keep your arms from rust , 5 May breathe your war - horse well ; Seldom hath passed a week but giust Or feat of arms befell : The Scots can rein a mettled steed , And love to couch a spear ...
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... towers we met , The boy I closely eyed , And often marked his cheeks were wet With tears he fain would hide : His was no rugged horse - boy's hand , To burnish shield , or sharpen brand , Or saddle battle - steed ; But meeter seemed for ...
... towers we met , The boy I closely eyed , And often marked his cheeks were wet With tears he fain would hide : His was no rugged horse - boy's hand , To burnish shield , or sharpen brand , Or saddle battle - steed ; But meeter seemed for ...
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... tower ; And better loves my lady bright , To sit in liberty and light , In fair Queen Margaret's bower . 10 We hold our greyhound in our hand , Our falcon on our glove ; But where shall we find leash or band , For dame that loves to ...
... tower ; And better loves my lady bright , To sit in liberty and light , In fair Queen Margaret's bower . 10 We hold our greyhound in our hand , Our falcon on our glove ; But where shall we find leash or band , For dame that loves to ...
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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...