MarmionLeach, Shewell, & Sanborn, 1891 - 281 ページ |
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... round it sweep , In yellow lustre shone . The warriors on the turrets high , Moving athwart the evening sky , Seem'd forms of giant height : Their armour , as it caught the rays , Flash'd back again the western blaze , In lines of ...
... round it sweep , In yellow lustre shone . The warriors on the turrets high , Moving athwart the evening sky , Seem'd forms of giant height : Their armour , as it caught the rays , Flash'd back again the western blaze , In lines of ...
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... round . Welcome to Norham , Marmion ! Stout heart , and open hand ! Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan , Thou flower of English land ! " XI . Two pursuivants , whom tabarts deck , With silver scutcheon round their neck , Stood on the ...
... round . Welcome to Norham , Marmion ! Stout heart , and open hand ! Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan , Thou flower of English land ! " XI . Two pursuivants , whom tabarts deck , With silver scutcheon round their neck , Stood on the ...
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... round . XXXI . With early dawn Lord Marmion rose : And first the chapel doors unclose ; Then , after morning rites were done , ( A hasty mass from Friar John , ) And knight and squire had broke their fast , On rich substantial repast ...
... round . XXXI . With early dawn Lord Marmion rose : And first the chapel doors unclose ; Then , after morning rites were done , ( A hasty mass from Friar John , ) And knight and squire had broke their fast , On rich substantial repast ...
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... Round Norham Castle roll'd , When all the loud artillery spoke , With lightning - flash and thunder - stroke , As Marmion left the Hold , It curl'd not Tweed alone , that breeze , For , far upon Northumbrian seas , It freshly blew , and ...
... Round Norham Castle roll'd , When all the loud artillery spoke , With lightning - flash and thunder - stroke , As Marmion left the Hold , It curl'd not Tweed alone , that breeze , For , far upon Northumbrian seas , It freshly blew , and ...
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... round black head and sparkling eye Rear'd o'er the foaming spray ; And one would still adjust her veil , Disorder'd by the summer gale , Perchance lest some more worldly eye Her dedicated charms might spy ; Perchance , because such ...
... round black head and sparkling eye Rear'd o'er the foaming spray ; And one would still adjust her veil , Disorder'd by the summer gale , Perchance lest some more worldly eye Her dedicated charms might spy ; Perchance , because such ...
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124 ページ - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked 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!
123 ページ - 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.
163 ページ - When the King praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine, Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line : So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — 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.
231 ページ - HEAP on more wood ! — the wind is chill ; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
25 ページ - George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray Less bright, and less, was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower, So heavily it hung. The scouts had parted on their search, The Castle gates were barr'd ; Above the gloomy portal arch, Timing his footsteps to a march, The warder kept his guard ; Low humming, as he paced along, Some ancient Border gathering song.
109 ページ - 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 and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
232 ページ - And brought blithe Christmas back again, With all his hospitable train. Domestic and religious rite Gave honour to the holy night ; On Christmas Eve the bells were rung ; On Christmas Eve the mass was sung: That only night in all the year, Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
178 ページ - She fill'd the helm, and back she hied, And with surprise and joy espied A Monk supporting Marmion's head : A pious man, whom duty brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And, as she stoop'd his brow to lave— " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, ''Or injured Constance, bathes my head?
124 ページ - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
179 ページ - In vain for Constance is your zeal; She died at Holy Isle." — 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.