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... proud reply , Gave signal soon of dire debate . Their very coursers seem'd to know That each was other's mortal foe , And snorted fire , when wheel'd around , To give each knight his vantage ground . V. N rapid round the Baron bent ; He ...
... proud reply , Gave signal soon of dire debate . Their very coursers seem'd to know That each was other's mortal foe , And snorted fire , when wheel'd around , To give each knight his vantage ground . V. N rapid round the Baron bent ; He ...
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... whose silver hair Was redden'd by the torches ' glare , Stood in the midst , with gesture proud , And issued forth his mandates loud : --- F “ On Penchryst glows a bale of fire , And CANTO III . LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . 65.
... whose silver hair Was redden'd by the torches ' glare , Stood in the midst , with gesture proud , And issued forth his mandates loud : --- F “ On Penchryst glows a bale of fire , And CANTO III . LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . 65.
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... proud , + Laugh'd to her friends among the crowd . He was of stature passing tall , But sparely form'd , and lean withal ; A batter'd morion on his brow ; A leather jack , as fence enow , On his broad shoulders loosely hung ; A Border ...
... proud , + Laugh'd to her friends among the crowd . He was of stature passing tall , But sparely form'd , and lean withal ; A batter'd morion on his brow ; A leather jack , as fence enow , On his broad shoulders loosely hung ; A Border ...
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... proud distinction grateful gave , For faith ' mid feudal jars ; What time , save Thirlestane alone , Of Scotland's stubborn barons none Would march to southern wars ; And hence , in fair remembrance worn , Yon sheaf of spears his crest ...
... proud distinction grateful gave , For faith ' mid feudal jars ; What time , save Thirlestane alone , Of Scotland's stubborn barons none Would march to southern wars ; And hence , in fair remembrance worn , Yon sheaf of spears his crest ...
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... proud Angus come ; And all the Merse and Lauderdale Have risen with haughty Home . An exile from Northumberland , In Liddesdale I've wander'd long ; But still my heart was with merry England , And cannot brook my country's wrong ; And ...
... proud Angus come ; And all the Merse and Lauderdale Have risen with haughty Home . An exile from Northumberland , In Liddesdale I've wander'd long ; But still my heart was with merry England , And cannot brook my country's wrong ; And ...
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24 ページ - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
47 ページ - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
31 ページ - Some of his skill he taught to me ; And, warrior, I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon Hills in three. And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone...
lxvi ページ - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seem'd to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, welladay ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppress'd, Wish'd to be with them, and at rest.
24 ページ - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go— but go alone the while — Then view St. David's ruined pile ; And, home' returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
6 ページ - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night...
30 ページ - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
3 ページ - The pitying Duchess praised its chime, And gave him heart, and gave him time. Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony. And then, he said, he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain He never thought to sing again.
lxvi ページ - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
33 ページ - Lo, warrior ! now, the cross of red Points to the grave of the mighty dead : Within it burns a wondrous light, To chase the spirits that love the night; That lamp shall burn unquenchably, Until the eternal doom shall...