Marmion. With intr., notes, map, and glossary, for the use of schools, [ed.] by E.E. Morris |
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... ; For here be some have pricked as far On Scottish ground , as to Dunbar ; Have drunk the monks of Saint Bothan's ale , And driven the beeves of Lauderdale ; 5 Harried the wives of Greenlaw's goods , And given them CANTO I. 9.
... ; For here be some have pricked as far On Scottish ground , as to Dunbar ; Have drunk the monks of Saint Bothan's ale , And driven the beeves of Lauderdale ; 5 Harried the wives of Greenlaw's goods , And given them CANTO I. 9.
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... Monk - Wearmouth soon behind them lay , And Tynemouth's priory and bay ; 5 They marked , amid her trees , the hall Of lofty Seaton - Delaval ; They saw the Blythe and Wansbeck floods Rush to the sea through sounding woods ; 10 They ...
... Monk - Wearmouth soon behind them lay , And Tynemouth's priory and bay ; 5 They marked , amid her trees , the hall Of lofty Seaton - Delaval ; They saw the Blythe and Wansbeck floods Rush to the sea through sounding woods ; 10 They ...
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... monks and nuns in order file , From Cuthbert's cloisters grim ; Banner , and cross , and relics there , To meet Saint Hilda's maids , they bare ; And , as they caught the sounds on air , They echoed back the hymn . 20 20 25 xi L 10 15 ...
... monks and nuns in order file , From Cuthbert's cloisters grim ; Banner , and cross , and relics there , To meet Saint Hilda's maids , they bare ; And , as they caught the sounds on air , They echoed back the hymn . 20 20 25 xi L 10 15 ...
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... monks cry , " Fye upon your name ! In wrath , for loss of sylvan game , - Saint Hilda's priest ye slew . " - " This , on Ascension Day , each year , While labouring on our harbour - pier , Must Herbert , Bruce , and Percy hear . " They ...
... monks cry , " Fye upon your name ! In wrath , for loss of sylvan game , - Saint Hilda's priest ye slew . " - " This , on Ascension Day , each year , While labouring on our harbour - pier , Must Herbert , Bruce , and Percy hear . " They ...
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... monks fled forth from Holy Isle ; O'er northern mountain , marsh , and moor , From sea to sea , from shore to shore , Seven years Saint Cuthbert's corpse they bore . They rested them in fair Melrose ; 10 But though , alive , he loved it ...
... monks fled forth from Holy Isle ; O'er northern mountain , marsh , and moor , From sea to sea , from shore to shore , Seven years Saint Cuthbert's corpse they bore . They rested them in fair Melrose ; 10 But though , alive , he loved it ...
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Abbess afterwards ancient arms band battle Bishop Border called castle cause changed Church Clare close convent cross dark death deep Douglas Earl Edward England English face fair fear fell field fight fire Flodden French Full gave give given hall hand head hear heard heart held Henry heralds hill holy host James King knew knight Lady laid land light lines look Lord Marmion mark means miles monks never noble o'er once Palmer passed peace plain poem pray prayer rest river rose round royal ruins Saint Scotland Scott Scottish seems seen side soon squire steed stone stood story strange tale tell thee thou thought told took tower town train Vide viii wild Wilton
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81 ページ - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near: So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone! over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
80 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 weapon 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.
126 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...
112 ページ - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone; The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
130 ページ - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
128 ページ - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling monk. With fruitless labor, Clara bound, And strove to stanch the gushing wound: The monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down- by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!
81 ページ - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
80 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...
113 ページ - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
39 ページ - Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Cool streams are laving ; There, while the tempests sway, Scarce are boughs waving ; There, thy rest shalt thou take, Parted for ever...