Poems. Ed., with notes, by W.S. Dalgleish |
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... light as lark at morn ; No longer , courted and caressed , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He poured , to lord and lady gay , The unpremeditated lay : 1 10 Old times were changed , old manners gone ; A THE LAY OF THE LAST ...
... light as lark at morn ; No longer , courted and caressed , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He poured , to lord and lady gay , The unpremeditated lay : 1 10 Old times were changed , old manners gone ; A THE LAY OF THE LAST ...
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... light striking through this casts a blood - red reflection on the paved floor , and thus marks the stone which covers the Wizard's grave . The Warrior removes this stone with a bar of iron , and a wondrous light streams out of the grave ...
... light striking through this casts a blood - red reflection on the paved floor , and thus marks the stone which covers the Wizard's grave . The Warrior removes this stone with a bar of iron , and a wondrous light streams out of the grave ...
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... light and small : The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone ; Full in the midst , his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandishèd . The moonbeam kissed the holy pane , And threw on the pavement a bloody ...
... light and small : The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone ; Full in the midst , his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandishèd . The moonbeam kissed the holy pane , And threw on the pavement a bloody ...
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... light broke forth so gloriously , - Streamed upward to the chancel roof , And through the galleries far aloof ! No earthly flame blazed ere so bright : It shone like heaven's own blessed light , And , issuing from the tomb , Shewed the ...
... light broke forth so gloriously , - Streamed upward to the chancel roof , And through the galleries far aloof ! No earthly flame blazed ere so bright : It shone like heaven's own blessed light , And , issuing from the tomb , Shewed the ...
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... light , Perchance , had dazzled the Warrior's sight . The Monk returned him to his cell , And many a prayer and penance sped : When the convent met at the noontide bell- The Monk of St. Mary's aisle was dead ! The Knight breathed free ...
... light , Perchance , had dazzled the Warrior's sight . The Monk returned him to his cell , And many a prayer and penance sped : When the convent met at the noontide bell- The Monk of St. Mary's aisle was dead ! The Knight breathed free ...
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70 ページ - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the 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. So boldly he...
70 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 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.
89 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...
157 ページ - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
140 ページ - Who ill deserved my courteous' care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.' 'I thank thee, Roderick, for the word! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell! and, ruth, begone!
88 ページ - Tell him his squadrons up to bring. Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie : Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His lifeblood stains the spotless shield ; Edmund is down ; my life is reft ; The Admiral alone is left. Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England 's lost. Must I bid twice? — hence, varlets! fly! — Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
25 ページ - O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires!
85 ページ - King James did rushing come. Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. They close in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway and with lance's thrust; And such a yell was there Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth And fiends in upper air; O life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
89 ページ - Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said—" I knew That the dark presage must be true.
79 ページ - 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.