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... gave the stroke , I cannot tell , so mot I thrive ; It was not given by man alive . - P . 17 . Dr. Henry More , in a letter prefixed to Glanville's Saducismus Triumphatus , men- tions a similar phenomenon . ' I remember an old gentleman ...
... gave the stroke , I cannot tell , so mot I thrive ; It was not given by man alive . - P . 17 . Dr. Henry More , in a letter prefixed to Glanville's Saducismus Triumphatus , men- tions a similar phenomenon . ' I remember an old gentleman ...
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... gave , For Britain's sins , an early grave ! His worth who , in his mightiest hour , A bauble held the pride of power , Spurn'd at the sordid lust of pelf , And serv'd his Albion for herself ; Who , when the frantic crowd amain Strain'd ...
... gave , For Britain's sins , an early grave ! His worth who , in his mightiest hour , A bauble held the pride of power , Spurn'd at the sordid lust of pelf , And serv'd his Albion for herself ; Who , when the frantic crowd amain Strain'd ...
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... gave . A blithe salute , in martial sort , The minstrels well might sound , For , as Lord Marmion cross'd the court , He scatter'd angels round . ' Welcome to Norham , Marmion ! Stout heart , and open hand ! Well dost thou brook thy ...
... gave . A blithe salute , in martial sort , The minstrels well might sound , For , as Lord Marmion cross'd the court , He scatter'd angels round . ' Welcome to Norham , Marmion ! Stout heart , and open hand ! Well dost thou brook thy ...
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Walter Scott. For this she gave her ample dower , To raise the convent's eastern tower ; For this , with carving rare and quaint , She deck'd the chapel of the saint , And gave the relic - shrine of cost , With ivory and gems emboss'd ...
Walter Scott. For this she gave her ample dower , To raise the convent's eastern tower ; For this , with carving rare and quaint , She deck'd the chapel of the saint , And gave the relic - shrine of cost , With ivory and gems emboss'd ...
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... gave , Who forfeited , to be his slave , All here , and all beyond the grave . He saw young Clara's face more fair , He knew her of broad lands the heir , Forgot his vows , his faith forswore , And Constance was belov'd no more . ' Tis ...
... gave , Who forfeited , to be his slave , All here , and all beyond the grave . He saw young Clara's face more fair , He knew her of broad lands the heir , Forgot his vows , his faith forswore , And Constance was belov'd no more . ' Tis ...
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39 ページ - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
142 ページ - 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.
143 ページ - The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
142 ページ - O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" "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.
160 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...
143 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,
143 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, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
142 ページ - Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) 'O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...
768 ページ - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. " 'Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' * * * " 'Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' 'The gray-headed sexton That delves the grave duly.' * * * "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
31 ページ - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.