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... his gathering host should pry , Till full prepared was every band To march
against the English land . Here while they dwelt , did Lindesay ' s wit Oft cheer the
Baron ' s mopdier fit ; IV And , in his turn , he knew to CANTO IV . 199 THE CAMP
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... his gathering host should pry , Till full prepared was every band To march
against the English land . Here while they dwelt , did Lindesay ' s wit Oft cheer the
Baron ' s mopdier fit ; IV And , in his turn , he knew to CANTO IV . 199 THE CAMP
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Tweed loves them well , and turns again , As loath to leave the sweet domain ;
And holds his mirror to her face , And clips her with a close embrace :Gladly as
he , we seek the dome , And as reluctant turn us home . How just , that , at this
time ...
Tweed loves them well , and turns again , As loath to leave the sweet domain ;
And holds his mirror to her face , And clips her with a close embrace :Gladly as
he , we seek the dome , And as reluctant turn us home . How just , that , at this
time ...
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Where shall she turn ! — behold her mark A little fountain cell , Where water ,
clear as diamond - spark , In a stone bason fell . Above , some half - worn letters
say , Brink . wearp . pilgrim , drink . and pray . . For . the . kind . soul . of . Spbil .
Where shall she turn ! — behold her mark A little fountain cell , Where water ,
clear as diamond - spark , In a stone bason fell . Above , some half - worn letters
say , Brink . wearp . pilgrim , drink . and pray . . For . the . kind . soul . of . Spbil .
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622 . ; a most laborious , curious , and interesting publication , from which
considerable defects of style and manner ought not to turn aside the Scottish
antiquary . Note XIII . ' Twas he , to vindicate his reign , Edged Alfred ' s faulchion
on the ...
622 . ; a most laborious , curious , and interesting publication , from which
considerable defects of style and manner ought not to turn aside the Scottish
antiquary . Note XIII . ' Twas he , to vindicate his reign , Edged Alfred ' s faulchion
on the ...
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Other reports gave a still more romantic turn to the king ' s fate , and averred , that
James , weary of greatness after the carnage among his nobles , had gone ou a
pilgrimage to merit absolution for the death of his father , and the breach of his ...
Other reports gave a still more romantic turn to the king ' s fate , and averred , that
James , weary of greatness after the carnage among his nobles , had gone ou a
pilgrimage to merit absolution for the death of his father , and the breach of his ...
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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...