Marmion. With intr., notes, map, and glossary, for the use of schools, [ed.] by E.E. Morris |
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... told , and every necessary deduction made from the merits of the poem , how much remains upon the other side ? A friend of the author said that he should assign to it the very highest shelf of English poetry . This is not , however ...
... told , and every necessary deduction made from the merits of the poem , how much remains upon the other side ? A friend of the author said that he should assign to it the very highest shelf of English poetry . This is not , however ...
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... tell - I like it not- Friar John hath told us it is wrote , 5 10 10 No conscience clear , and void of wrong , Can rest awake , and pray so long . 15 Himself still sleeps before his beads , Have marked ten CANTO I. 13.
... tell - I like it not- Friar John hath told us it is wrote , 5 10 10 No conscience clear , and void of wrong , Can rest awake , and pray so long . 15 Himself still sleeps before his beads , Have marked ten CANTO I. 13.
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... told , That he , in fury uncontrolled , The shaggy monarch of the wood , Before a virgin , fair and good , Hath pacified his savage mood . But passions in the human frame Oft put the lion's rage to shame : And jealousy , by dark ...
... told , That he , in fury uncontrolled , The shaggy monarch of the wood , Before a virgin , fair and good , Hath pacified his savage mood . But passions in the human frame Oft put the lion's rage to shame : And jealousy , by dark ...
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... told , How to their house three barons bold Must menial service do ; While horns blow out a note of shame , And monks cry , " Fye upon your name ! In wrath , for loss of sylvan game , - Saint Hilda's priest ye slew . " - " This , on ...
... told , How to their house three barons bold Must menial service do ; While horns blow out a note of shame , And monks cry , " Fye upon your name ! In wrath , for loss of sylvan game , - Saint Hilda's priest ye slew . " - " This , on ...
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... told , how sea - fowls ' pinions fail , As over Whitby's towers they sail , 20 And , sinking down , with flutterings faint , They do their homage to the Saint . NOR did Saint Cuthbert's daughters fail , xiv To vie with these in holy ...
... told , how sea - fowls ' pinions fail , As over Whitby's towers they sail , 20 And , sinking down , with flutterings faint , They do their homage to the Saint . NOR did Saint Cuthbert's daughters fail , xiv To vie with these in holy ...
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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...