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... summer glow , But hoarse and high the breezes blow , And , racking o'er her face , the cloud Varies the tincture of her shroud ; On Barnard's towers , and Tees's She changes as a guilty dream , [ stream , + When Conscience , with ...
... summer glow , But hoarse and high the breezes blow , And , racking o'er her face , the cloud Varies the tincture of her shroud ; On Barnard's towers , and Tees's She changes as a guilty dream , [ stream , + When Conscience , with ...
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... summer night ! XXXIV . E starts — a step at this lone hour ! A voice - his father seeks the tower , With haggard look and troubled sense , Fresh from his dreadful conference . “ Wilfrid ! —what , not to sleep address'd ? Thou hast no ...
... summer night ! XXXIV . E starts — a step at this lone hour ! A voice - his father seeks the tower , With haggard look and troubled sense , Fresh from his dreadful conference . “ Wilfrid ! —what , not to sleep address'd ? Thou hast no ...
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... summer vapours from the stream ; And ere he paced his destined hour , By Brackenbury's dungeon - tower , These silver mists shall melt away , And dew the woods with glittering spray . Then in broad lustre shall be shown That mighty ...
... summer vapours from the stream ; And ere he paced his destined hour , By Brackenbury's dungeon - tower , These silver mists shall melt away , And dew the woods with glittering spray . Then in broad lustre shall be shown That mighty ...
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... summer morn shone blithe and gay ; But morning beam , and wild - bird's call , Awaked not Mortham's silent hall . No porter , by the low - brow'd gate , Took in the wonted niche his seat ; To the paved court no peasant drew ; Waked to ...
... summer morn shone blithe and gay ; But morning beam , and wild - bird's call , Awaked not Mortham's silent hall . No porter , by the low - brow'd gate , Took in the wonted niche his seat ; To the paved court no peasant drew ; Waked to ...
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Allen-a-Dale bade band banks Barnard Castle beneath Bertram blood bold bough brand brave breast Brignall brow chase cheek cliff comrades dale dare dark death Denzil desperate dread drew e'er Earl of Newcastle Edmund Eglistone Erin's fair fate fear fell fierce fight fix'd flame foeman gallant gave glade glance glow Greta's grey hall hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven heir hour knew land light lone look Lord loud Lunedale maid Matilda Mnestheus mood Mortham ne'er nigh night o'er O'Neale Oswald pale press'd pride Risingham Robert Brackenbury Rokeby Rokeby's Roundheads seem'd shade shout show'd Sir Thomas Fairfax sire smile soul sound Stanmore steed stern stood stream summer sword tale Tanist Tanistry Tees tell thee thine thou tower turn'd Twas twine waked wave ween wild Wilfrid wind wont wood wrath Wycliffe Wycliffe's young Redmond youth
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70 ページ - The sultry summer day is done. The western hills have hid the sun, But mountain peak and village spire Retain reflection of his fire.
180 ページ - For why ? because the good old rule Sufficeth them, — the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep, who can.
174 ページ - It was a' for our rightful king That we left fair Scotland's strand, It was a' for our rightful king That we e'er saw Irish land, My dear, That we e'er saw Irish land.
44 ページ - The tear down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose, — When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, — the flower is dry.
138 ページ - The reverend pile lay wild and waste, Profaned, dishonour'd, and defaced. Through storied lattices no more In soften'd light the sunbeams pour, Gilding the Gothic sculpture rich Of shrine, and monument, and niche. The Civil fury of the time Made sport of sacrilegious crime...
179 ページ - ... eldest sonne, nor any of the children of the lord deceased, but the next to him of blood, that is, the eldest and worthiest, as commonly the next brother unto him, if he have any, or the next cousin, or so forth, as any is elder in that kindred or sept ; and then next to him...
132 ページ - And now, my race of terror run, Mine be the eve of tropic Sun ! No pale gradations quench his ray, No twilight dews his wrath allay ; With disk like battle-target red, He rushes to his burning bed, Dyes the wide wave with bloody light, Then sinks at once — and all is nig'ht.
33 ページ - Rear'd high their altar's rugged stone, And gave their Gods the land they won. Then, Balder, one bleak garth was thine, And one sweet brooklet's silver line...