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The vernal sun new life bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But
vainly , vainly may he shine Where Glory weeps o ' er NELSON ' s shrine , And
vainly pierce the solemn gloom That shrouds , O PITT , thy hallowed tomb !
The vernal sun new life bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But
vainly , vainly may he shine Where Glory weeps o ' er NELSON ' s shrine , And
vainly pierce the solemn gloom That shrouds , O PITT , thy hallowed tomb !
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His worth who , in his mightiest hour , A bauble held the pride of power , Spurned
at the sordid lust of pelf , And served his Albion for herself ; Who , when the frantic
crowd amain Strained at subjection ' s bursting rein , O ' er their wild mood full ...
His worth who , in his mightiest hour , A bauble held the pride of power , Spurned
at the sordid lust of pelf , And served his Albion for herself ; Who , when the frantic
crowd amain Strained at subjection ' s bursting rein , O ' er their wild mood full ...
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130 Nor yet suppress the generous sigh Because his rivalo slumbers nigh , Nor
be thy requiescat dumb Lest it be said o ' er Fox ' s tomb ; For talents mourn ,
untimely lost , When best employed and wanted most ; Mourn genius high , and
lore ...
130 Nor yet suppress the generous sigh Because his rivalo slumbers nigh , Nor
be thy requiescat dumb Lest it be said o ' er Fox ' s tomb ; For talents mourn ,
untimely lost , When best employed and wanted most ; Mourn genius high , and
lore ...
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Walter Scott George Briggs Alton. Forever tombed beneath the stone , Where —
taming thought to human pride !The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon
Fox ' s grave the tear , ' T will trickle to his rival ' s bier ; O ' er Pitt ' s the mournful ...
Walter Scott George Briggs Alton. Forever tombed beneath the stone , Where —
taming thought to human pride !The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon
Fox ' s grave the tear , ' T will trickle to his rival ' s bier ; O ' er Pitt ' s the mournful ...
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250 But thou , my friend , canst fitly tell — For few have read romance so wellHow
still the legendary lay O ' er poet ' s bosom holds its sway ; How on the ancient
minstrel strain Time lays his palsied hand in vain ; And how our hearts at doughty
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250 But thou , my friend , canst fitly tell — For few have read romance so wellHow
still the legendary lay O ' er poet ' s bosom holds its sway ; How on the ancient
minstrel strain Time lays his palsied hand in vain ; And how our hearts at doughty
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ancient arms band battle beneath Border bright called CANTO castle changed Clare close court cross dark deep Douglas English face fair fear fell field fight fire Flodden Full gave given grace grave half hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven held hill hold holy host hour INTRODUCTION James king knew knight Lady land leave less light living look Lord Marmion loud mark meet mind mountain never noble Notes o'er O’er Palmer passed peace plain rest ride rose round royal Saint scarce scene School Scotland Scott Scottish seemed seen side soon sound speak spoke squire steed stood strong tale tell thee thou thought tide Till told took tower train turn wall wild Wilton young
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189 ページ - On the earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age: 430 Fierce he broke forth, — " And darest thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall ? And hopest thou thence unscathed to go ? — No, by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no! Up drawbridge,
79 ページ - Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying. CHORUS Eleu loro, etc. There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O'er the false-hearted; His warm blood the wolf shall lap, Ere life be parted. Shame and dishonor sit By his grave
199 ページ - They close in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway and with lance's thrust; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air; Oh! life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair. XXVI
188 ページ - Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, — Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword, — I tell thee, thou 'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, On the earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age:
187 ページ - But Marmion stopped to bid adieu: "Though something I might plain," he said, " Of cold respect to stranger guest, Sent hither by your king's behest, But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: — " My manors, halls, and bowers shall still
168 ページ - Then opened wide the baron's hall To vassal, tenant, serf, and all; Power laid his rod of rule aside, 40 And Ceremony doffed his pride. The heir, with roses in his shoes, That night might village partner choose ; The lord, underogating, share The vulgar game of
206 ページ - XXXII 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; 970 For that she ever sung,
209 ページ - When streams are swoln, and south winds blow, Dissolves in silent dew. Tweed's echoes heard the ceaseless plash, 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
169 ページ - carols roared with blithesome din; If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery; White shirts supplied the masquerade, And smutted cheeks the visors made ; But oh! what maskers, richly dight, Can boast of bosoms half so light! England was merry England when
123 ページ - And, broad between them rolled, The gallant Firth the eye might note, Whose islands on its bosom float, Like emeralds chased in gold. Fitz-Eustace's heart felt closely pent; As if to give his rapture vent, The spur he to his charger lent, 630 And raised his bridle hand, And making