Poetical works. With a biogr. and critical memoir by F.T. Palgrave |
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... rose with the storm . He lifted his eyes and hands . There's the mast gone , says he ; crash it goes I — they will all perish ! After his agitation , he turns to me : That is too melancholy ; I had better read you something more amusing ...
... rose with the storm . He lifted his eyes and hands . There's the mast gone , says he ; crash it goes I — they will all perish ! After his agitation , he turns to me : That is too melancholy ; I had better read you something more amusing ...
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... rose , and fair Tweed ran , Like some tall rock with lichens grey , Seem'd dimly huge , the dark Abbaye . When Hawick he pass'd , had curfew rung , Now midnight lauds were in Melrose sung . The sound , upon the fitful gale , In solemn ...
... rose , and fair Tweed ran , Like some tall rock with lichens grey , Seem'd dimly huge , the dark Abbaye . When Hawick he pass'd , had curfew rung , Now midnight lauds were in Melrose sung . The sound , upon the fitful gale , In solemn ...
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... rose high aloof On pillars lofty and light and small : The key - stone , that lock'd each ribbed aisle , Was a fleur - de - lys , or a quatre - feuille ; The corbells were carved grotesque and grim ; And the pillars , with cluster'd ...
... rose high aloof On pillars lofty and light and small : The key - stone , that lock'd each ribbed aisle , Was a fleur - de - lys , or a quatre - feuille ; The corbells were carved grotesque and grim ; And the pillars , with cluster'd ...
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... rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his grave . XV . " I swore to bury his ...
... rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his grave . XV . " I swore to bury his ...
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... rose . And lovelier than the rose so red , Yet paler than the violet pale , She early left her sleepless bed , The fairest maid of Teviotdale . XXVI . Why does fair Margaret so early awake , And don her kirtle so hastilie ; And the ...
... rose . And lovelier than the rose so red , Yet paler than the violet pale , She early left her sleepless bed , The fairest maid of Teviotdale . XXVI . Why does fair Margaret so early awake , And don her kirtle so hastilie ; And the ...
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Abbotsford ancient arms band banner battle beneath blood blood-hound bold Bonny Dundee bower brand brave breast bright broadsword Brodick brow Bruce castle CHARLES KINGSLEY clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fight gallant glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy horse isle King King Arthur knight lady lake land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine lone loud maid maiden mark'd Marmion minstrel morning Mortham Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pass'd pride Risingham rock Roderick round rude rung Saint Saxon scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd show'd sire song sought soul sound spear steed stern stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake wandering warrior wave ween wild wind
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103 ページ - The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, He quaff 'd off the wine and he threw down the cup; She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
103 ページ - 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.
104 ページ - 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. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
441 ページ - God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame, By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen; And Zion's...
49 ページ - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
42 ページ - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentered all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
118 ページ - Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire, And — "This to me!" he said; "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas' head! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here...
103 ページ - He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; 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...
136 ページ - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
96 ページ - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep...