The poetical works of Walter Scott, 第 4 巻 |
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... dame , To welcome noble Marmion , came ; Her son , a stripling twelve years old , Proffer'd the Baron's rein to hold ; For each man that could draw a sword Had march'd that morning with their lord , * The pit , or prison vault . - See ...
... dame , To welcome noble Marmion , came ; Her son , a stripling twelve years old , Proffer'd the Baron's rein to hold ; For each man that could draw a sword Had march'd that morning with their lord , * The pit , or prison vault . - See ...
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... dames must weep in bower , Her monks the death - mass sing ; For never saw'st thou such a power Led on by such a king . ” - - And now , down winding to the plain , The barriers of the camp they gain , And there they made a stay.➡ There ...
... dames must weep in bower , Her monks the death - mass sing ; For never saw'st thou such a power Led on by such a king . ” - - And now , down winding to the plain , The barriers of the camp they gain , And there they made a stay.➡ There ...
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... Dames , Forgot his Columbella's claims , And passion , erst unknown , could gain The breast of blunt Sir Satyrane ; * See " The Fairy Queen , " Book III . Canto IX . " For every one her liked , and every one her loved . " SPENSER , as ...
... Dames , Forgot his Columbella's claims , And passion , erst unknown , could gain The breast of blunt Sir Satyrane ; * See " The Fairy Queen , " Book III . Canto IX . " For every one her liked , and every one her loved . " SPENSER , as ...
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... dames to see , Creation of my fantasy , Than gaze abroad on reeky fen , And make of mists invading men.- Who loves not more the night of June Than dull December's gloomy noon ? The moonlight than the fog of frost ? And can we say ...
... dames to see , Creation of my fantasy , Than gaze abroad on reeky fen , And make of mists invading men.- Who loves not more the night of June Than dull December's gloomy noon ? The moonlight than the fog of frost ? And can we say ...
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... dame . Nor to that lady free alone Did the gay King allegiance own ; For the fair Queen of France Sent him a Turquois ring , and glove , And charged him , as her knight and love , For her to break a lance ; And strike three strokes with ...
... dame . Nor to that lady free alone Did the gay King allegiance own ; For the fair Queen of France Sent him a Turquois ring , and glove , And charged him , as her knight and love , For her to break a lance ; And strike three strokes with ...
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Abbess ancient armour arms array band banner Baron battle battle of Flodden beard beneath blast Blount bold Border Bothwell brand brave camp CANTO castle Chief Christmas Clare cross dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Eustace fair fame fell fight Fitz-Eustace gallant hall hand head heard heart heaven hill holy horse host James IV King James king's Lady land Lion Lochinvar look Lord Marmion loud mark'd Master of Angus merry Monarch monks ne'er night noble Note nought o'er pallion Palmer pass'd Perchance Pitscottie plain Post and Pair prayer Queen rode round royal sable Saint Saint George Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shade shield Sir David Lindesay slain spear squire steed stood summons Surrey Surrey's sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide towers train turret Twas Twisel view'd wild Wilton
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92 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.
90 ページ - Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
198 ページ - And many a sinner's parting seen, But never aught like this." — The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And — STANLEY ! was the cry : — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye : With dying hand, above his head, He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
192 ページ - Dragg'd from among the horses' feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! .... Young Blount his...
51 ページ - With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
194 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...
201 ページ - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
171 ページ - the Douglas cried, " and chase ! " But soon he rein'd 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.
133 ページ - On Christmas eve the bells were rung ; On Christmas eve the mass was sung : That only night in all the year, Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear...
91 ページ - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; — And now I am 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.