Marmion;: A Tale of Flodden Field, 1 tomasJ. Ballantyne and Company, 1808 - 377 psl. |
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... beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam ; Away hath passed the heather - bell , That bloomed so rich on Needpath - fell , Sallow his brow , and russet bare Are now the sister - heights of Yair . The sheep ...
... beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam ; Away hath passed the heather - bell , That bloomed so rich on Needpath - fell , Sallow his brow , and russet bare Are now the sister - heights of Yair . The sheep ...
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A Tale of Flodden Field Walter Scott. And far beneath their summer hill , Stray sadly by Glenkinnon's rill : The shepherd shifts his mantle's fold , And wraps him closer from the cold ; His dogs no merry circles wheel , But , shivering ...
A Tale of Flodden Field Walter Scott. And far beneath their summer hill , Stray sadly by Glenkinnon's rill : The shepherd shifts his mantle's fold , And wraps him closer from the cold ; His dogs no merry circles wheel , But , shivering ...
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... Beneath each banner proud to stand , Looked up the noblest of the land , Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone . Spells of such force no wizard grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his ...
... Beneath each banner proud to stand , Looked up the noblest of the land , Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone . Spells of such force no wizard grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his ...
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... beneath the stone , Where , ―taming thought to human pride ! The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , " Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the ...
... beneath the stone , Where , ―taming thought to human pride ! The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , " Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the ...
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... beneath her pail , She trips it down the uneven dale : Meeter for me , by yonder cairn , The ancient shepherd's tale to learn , Though oft he stop in rustic fear , Lest his old legends tire the ear Of one , who , in his simple mind ...
... beneath her pail , She trips it down the uneven dale : Meeter for me , by yonder cairn , The ancient shepherd's tale to learn , Though oft he stop in rustic fear , Lest his old legends tire the ear Of one , who , in his simple mind ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms array band banner battle battle of Flodden beneath blast bold Border called CANTO castle chapel Clare cross Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar England English Ettricke Forest Eustace fair fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island honoured horse host James IV King James king's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarn look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer passed Perchance plain pray rest rode round royal rude scarce Scotland Scottish shew shield Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide tower train Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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259 psl. - 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. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all.
259 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.
362 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...
258 psl. - LOCHINVAR. LADY HERON'S SONG. 12. 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 weapons 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.
359 psl. - Ask me not what the maiden feels, Left in that dreadful hour alone: Perchance her reason stoops or reels; Perchance a courage, not her own, Braces her mind to desperate tone. The scattered van of England wheels; She only said, as loud in air The tumult roared, "Is Wilton there?" They fly! or maddened by despair Fight but to die "Is Wilton there?
338 psl. - Lord Marmion turned well was his need And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending razed his plume.
359 psl. - Is Wilton there ?" With that, straight up the hill there rode Two horsemen drenched with gore, And in their arms, a helpless load, A wounded knight they bore.
335 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.
356 psl. - Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave, Floating like foam upon the wave ; But nought distinct they see : Wide raged the battle on the plain ; Spears shook, and falchions flashed amain ; Fell England's arrow-flight like rain ; Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Wild and disorderly. Amid the scene of tumult, high They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly : And stainless Tunstall's banner white, And Edmund Howard's lion bright...
353 psl. - Blount and Fitz-Eustace rested still With Lady Clare upon the hill ; On which (for far the day was spent) The western sunbeams now were bent. The cry they heard, its meaning knew, Could plain their distant comrades view : Sadly to Blount did Eustace say, " Unworthy office here to stay ! No hope of gilded spurs to-day. But see 1 look up ! on Flodden bent The Scottish foe has fired his tent.