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... hath passed the heather - bell , That bloomed so rich on Needpath - fell ; Sallow his brow , and russet bare Are now the sister - heights of Yare . The sheep , before the pinching heaven , To sheltered dale and down are driven , Where ...
... hath passed the heather - bell , That bloomed so rich on Needpath - fell ; Sallow his brow , and russet bare Are now the sister - heights of Yare . The sheep , before the pinching heaven , To sheltered dale and down are driven , Where ...
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... spell , While tyrants ruled , and damsels wept , Thy Genius , Chivalry , hath slept : There sound the harpings of the North , Till he awake and sally forth , On venturous quest to prick again , In all his 18 INTRODUCTION.
... spell , While tyrants ruled , and damsels wept , Thy Genius , Chivalry , hath slept : There sound the harpings of the North , Till he awake and sally forth , On venturous quest to prick again , In all his 18 INTRODUCTION.
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... hath pass'd a week but giust Or feat of arms befel : The Scots can rein a mettled steed , And love to couch a spear ; — St. George ! a stirring life they lead , ⚫ That have such neighbours near . Then stay with us a little space , I ...
... hath pass'd a week but giust Or feat of arms befel : The Scots can rein a mettled steed , And love to couch a spear ; — St. George ! a stirring life they lead , ⚫ That have such neighbours near . Then stay with us a little space , I ...
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... Hath seldom left our castle walls , Since on the vigil of St. Bede , In evil hour he crossed the Tweed , To teach Dame Alison her creed . Old Bughtrig found him with his wife ; And John , an enemy to strife , Sans frock and hood fled ...
... Hath seldom left our castle walls , Since on the vigil of St. Bede , In evil hour he crossed the Tweed , To teach Dame Alison her creed . Old Bughtrig found him with his wife ; And John , an enemy to strife , Sans frock and hood fled ...
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) The jealous churl hath deeply swore , That , if again he ventures o'er , He shall shrieve penitent no more . Little he loves such risques , I know ; Yet , in your guard , perchance will go . " - XXII . Young ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) The jealous churl hath deeply swore , That , if again he ventures o'er , He shall shrieve penitent no more . Little he loves such risques , I know ; Yet , in your guard , perchance will go . " - XXII . Young ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms array band banner battle beneath blast Blount bold Border brand called CANTO castle Clare cross Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettricke Forest Eustace fair fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island honoured horse host James IV King James king's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarn look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer passed Perchance Pitscottie plain pray rest rode round royal rude scarce Scotland Scottish shew shield Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood summons Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide tower Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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260 ページ - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
128 ページ - To him the venerable Priest, Our frequent and familiar guest, Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint ; Alas ! whose speech too oft I broke With gambol rude and timeless joke : For I was wayward, bold, and wild, A self-will'd imp, a grandame's child ; But half a plague, and half a jest, Was still endured, beloved, caress'd.
339 ページ - Horse ! horse !" the Douglas cried, " and chase !* But soon he reined his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name. — A letter forged ! Saint Jude to speed! Did ever knight so foul a deed ! At first in heart it liked me ill, 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.
259 ページ - I long wooed 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.
362 ページ - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade . . By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
258 ページ - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
364 ページ - Or injured Constance, bathes my head !" Then, as remembrance rose,— " Speak not to me of shrift or prayer ! I must redress her woes. Short space, few words, are mine to spare; Forgive and listen, gentle Clare!"— " Alas! " she said, " the while,— 0 think of your immortal weal ! In vain for Constance is your zeal; She died at Holy Isle.
338 ページ - 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, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
337 ページ - Douglas' head ! And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate : And, Douglas, more I tell thee here...
354 ページ - But see ! look up — on Flodden bent The Scottish foe has fired his tent." And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill,* All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed...