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Ay , once he had — but he was dead ! » — Upon the harp he stoop ' d his head ,
And busied himself the strings withal , To hide the tear that fain would fall . In
solemn measure , soft and slow , Arose a father ' s notes of woe . CANTO IV .
Ay , once he had — but he was dead ! » — Upon the harp he stoop ' d his head ,
And busied himself the strings withal , To hide the tear that fain would fall . In
solemn measure , soft and slow , Arose a father ' s notes of woe . CANTO IV .
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The scenes are desert now , and bare , Where flourish ' d once a forest fair , ( 1 )
When these waste gleos with copse were lined , And peopled with the hart and
hind . Yon thorn - perchance whose prickly spears Have fenced him for three ...
The scenes are desert now , and bare , Where flourish ' d once a forest fair , ( 1 )
When these waste gleos with copse were lined , And peopled with the hart and
hind . Yon thorn - perchance whose prickly spears Have fenced him for three ...
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Their vex'd boughs streaming to the sky , Once more our naked birches sigh ,
And Blackhouse heights , and Ettrick Pen , have donn'd their wintry shrouds
again ; And mountain dark , and flooded mead , Bed us forsake the banks of
Tweed .
Their vex'd boughs streaming to the sky , Once more our naked birches sigh ,
And Blackhouse heights , and Ettrick Pen , have donn'd their wintry shrouds
again ; And mountain dark , and flooded mead , Bed us forsake the banks of
Tweed .
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... gan recount Such chance had happ ' d of old , When once , near Norham ,
there did fight A spectre fell , of fiendish might , In likeness of a Scottish knight ,
With Brian Bulmer bold , And traind him nigh to disallow The aid of his baptismal
vow .
... gan recount Such chance had happ ' d of old , When once , near Norham ,
there did fight A spectre fell , of fiendish might , In likeness of a Scottish knight ,
With Brian Bulmer bold , And traind him nigh to disallow The aid of his baptismal
vow .
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Oh ! well , Lord Lion , hast thou said , Thy king from warfare to dissuade Were but
a vain essay ; For , by St George , were that host mine , Not power infernal , nor
divine , Should once to peace my soul incline , Till I had dimmd their armour ' s ...
Oh ! well , Lord Lion , hast thou said , Thy king from warfare to dissuade Were but
a vain essay ; For , by St George , were that host mine , Not power infernal , nor
divine , Should once to peace my soul incline , Till I had dimmd their armour ' s ...
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ancient appear arms band battle bear beneath blood bold Border Bruce called castle cause chief close command cross dark dead death deep Douglas Earl English fair fear fell field fight fire gave give given grace hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven held hill hold horse hour Isles James John king knight lady laid land light living look Lord lost maid meet morning mountain never noble Note o'er once pass person pride rest rock round Saint scene Scotland Scott Scottish seen side soon sound spear Stanza steed stone stood strong sword tale tell thee thou thought tide Till told took tower train true turn wave wild wood
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2 ページ - And, would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That, if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
241 ページ - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
118 ページ - The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi...
90 ページ - Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said—" I knew That the dark presage must be true.
372 ページ - I CLIMB'D the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd misty and wide ; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling. And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died.
373 ページ - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges: Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded: Faster come, faster come. Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
86 ページ - Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride, I warrant him a warrior tried.
11 ページ - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires! what mortal hand can e'er untie the filial band, that knits me to thy rugged strand!
241 ページ - In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody. Nor doth its entrance front in vain To old lona's holy fane, That Nature's voice might seem to say, " Well hast thou done, frail Child of clay ! Thy humble powers that stately shrine Task'd high and hard — but witness mine !"— XI.
372 ページ - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen' — But aye she loot the tears down fa* For Jock of Hazeldean.