Marmion, by sir W. Scott. With all his intrs., and the editor's notes. Illustr. by B. Foster and J. Gilbert |
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . DESIGNED BY BIRKET FOSTER AND JOHN GILBERT , ENGRAVED ON WOOD BY ... Lord Marmion rode , Proudly his red - roan charger trode . And placed him in the upper place— They feasted full and ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . DESIGNED BY BIRKET FOSTER AND JOHN GILBERT , ENGRAVED ON WOOD BY ... Lord Marmion rode , Proudly his red - roan charger trode . And placed him in the upper place— They feasted full and ...
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) Introduction to Canto Fifth . DESIGNED BY PAGE Stern then , and steel - girt was thy brow ... Lord Marmion came . Dame Heron rises with a smile Upon the harp to play . JOHN GILBERT . 2 BIRKET FOSTER . 7 JOHN ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Introduction to Canto Fifth . DESIGNED BY PAGE Stern then , and steel - girt was thy brow ... Lord Marmion came . Dame Heron rises with a smile Upon the harp to play . JOHN GILBERT . 2 BIRKET FOSTER . 7 JOHN ...
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... Lord Marmion reach'd his band , He halts , and turns with clenchéd hand . And heedful watch'd them as they cross'd The Till by Twisel Bridge . Dark Flodden ! on thy airy brow . BIRKET FOSTER . 11 JOHN GILBERT . 12 JOHN GILBERT . 15 ...
... Lord Marmion reach'd his band , He halts , and turns with clenchéd hand . And heedful watch'd them as they cross'd The Till by Twisel Bridge . Dark Flodden ! on thy airy brow . BIRKET FOSTER . 11 JOHN GILBERT . 12 JOHN GILBERT . 15 ...
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) And all our trumpets blow ; And , from the platform , spare ye not To fire a noble salvo - shot ; Lord MARMION waits below ! " Then to the Castle's lower ward Sped forty yeomen tall , The iron - studded gates ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) And all our trumpets blow ; And , from the platform , spare ye not To fire a noble salvo - shot ; Lord MARMION waits below ! " Then to the Castle's lower ward Sped forty yeomen tall , The iron - studded gates ...
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... Marmion are borrowed from the following story : - Sir David de Lindsay , first Earl of Crauford , was , among other gentlemen of quality , attended , during a visit to London , in 1390 , by Sir William Dalzell , who was , according to ...
... Marmion are borrowed from the following story : - Sir David de Lindsay , first Earl of Crauford , was , among other gentlemen of quality , attended , during a visit to London , in 1390 , by Sir William Dalzell , who was , according to ...
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ancient arms band battle bear beneath BIRKET FOSTER bold Border called Canto castle cause chief Clare close command cross dark death deep Douglas Earl English face fair fear fell field fight fire Flodden gave given grace grave hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven held hill holy horse host hour James JOHN JOHN GILBERT King knight Lady land length light living look Lord Marmion loud manner meet mountain ne'er never noble Note o'er once pass peace plain proud rest rock rose round royal Saint scarce Scotland Scottish seen shield side soon sound squire steed stone stood story strong sword tale tell thee thou thought tide Till told took tower train wall wild
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341 ページ - 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!
43 ページ - O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, ' Here let their discord with them die. Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
342 ページ - Marmion reach'd his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. " Horse ! horse ! " the Douglas cried, " and chase ! " But soon he rein'd his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.
367 ページ - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And — "Stanley!" was the cry; — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye: With dying hand, above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
369 ページ - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell.
270 ページ - 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.
362 ページ - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
365 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.
213 ページ - Marmion's rank. That Castle rises on the steep Of the green vale of Tyne : And far beneath, where slow they creep From pool to eddy, dark and deep, Where alders moist and willows weep, You hear her streams repine. The towers in different ages rose ; Their various architecture shows The builders' various hands ; A mighty mass,-that could oppose, When deadliest hatred fired its foes, The vengeful Douglas bands.
96 ページ - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.