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Still , with vain fondness , could I trace , Anew , each kind familiar face , That
brightened at our evening fire ; From the thatched mansion ' s grey - haired Sire ,
Wise without learning , plain and good , And sprung of Scotland ' s gentler blood
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Still , with vain fondness , could I trace , Anew , each kind familiar face , That
brightened at our evening fire ; From the thatched mansion ' s grey - haired Sire ,
Wise without learning , plain and good , And sprung of Scotland ' s gentler blood
...
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And yet , whate ' er such legends say , Of warlike demon , ghost , or fay , On
mountain , moor , or plain , Spotless in faith , in bosom bold , True son of chivalry
should hold These midnight terrors vain ; For seldom have such spirits power To
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And yet , whate ' er such legends say , Of warlike demon , ghost , or fay , On
mountain , moor , or plain , Spotless in faith , in bosom bold , True son of chivalry
should hold These midnight terrors vain ; For seldom have such spirits power To
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Come listen , then ! for thou hast known , And loved , the Minstrel ' s varying tone ;
Who , like his Border sires of old , Waked a wild measure , rude and bold , Till
Windsor ' s oaks , and Ascot plain , With wonder heard the northern strain .
Come listen , then ! for thou hast known , And loved , the Minstrel ' s varying tone ;
Who , like his Border sires of old , Waked a wild measure , rude and bold , Till
Windsor ' s oaks , and Ascot plain , With wonder heard the northern strain .
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... Lord Marmion said despiteously , Wilton was traitor in his heart , And had made
league with Martin Swart , * When he came here on Simnel ' s part ; And only
cowardice did restrain His rebel aid on Stokefield ' s plain , And down he threw
his ...
... Lord Marmion said despiteously , Wilton was traitor in his heart , And had made
league with Martin Swart , * When he came here on Simnel ' s part ; And only
cowardice did restrain His rebel aid on Stokefield ' s plain , And down he threw
his ...
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Among other stories related in the social cir . cle of his friends , who ; according to
custom , amused each other by repeating ancient tales and traditions , he was
informed , that if any knight , unattended , entered an adjacent plain by moonlight
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Among other stories related in the social cir . cle of his friends , who ; according to
custom , amused each other by repeating ancient tales and traditions , he was
informed , that if any knight , unattended , entered an adjacent plain by moonlight
...
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ancient arms array band battle bear beneath bold Border called CANTO castle cause changed charge 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 King knight Lady land length light living look Lord Marmion loud marked meet monks morning mountain never noble Note o'er passed peace plain rest rock round royal rude Saint scarce Scotland Scottish seemed seen shew shield side soon sound squire steed stone stood story strange sword tale tell thee thou thought tide told took tower train turn wall wild
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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...