Marmion, by sir W. Scott. With all his intrs., and the editor's notes. Illustr. by B. Foster and J. Gilbert |
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... thoughts awake , By lone Saint Mary's silent lake . For though , in feudal strife , a foe Hath laid Our Lady's chapel low . Then gaze on Dryhope's ruin'd tower , And think on Yarrow's faded flower . DESIGNED BY PAGE 88 BIRKET FOSTER ...
... thoughts awake , By lone Saint Mary's silent lake . For though , in feudal strife , a foe Hath laid Our Lady's chapel low . Then gaze on Dryhope's ruin'd tower , And think on Yarrow's faded flower . DESIGNED BY PAGE 88 BIRKET FOSTER ...
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... thought that shatter'd tower The mightiest work of human power . BIRKET FOSTER . 151 Canto Third - The Hostel , or Inn . STANZA VIGNETTE TITLE TO THE CANTO . JOHN GILBERT . By glen and streamlet winded still , Where stunted birches hid ...
... thought that shatter'd tower The mightiest work of human power . BIRKET FOSTER . 151 Canto Third - The Hostel , or Inn . STANZA VIGNETTE TITLE TO THE CANTO . JOHN GILBERT . By glen and streamlet winded still , Where stunted birches hid ...
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... thought for Britain's weal , The hand that grasp'd the victor steel ? The vernal sun new life bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But vainly , vainly may he shine , Where glory weeps o'er NELSON's shrine ; And vainly pierce ...
... thought for Britain's weal , The hand that grasp'd the victor steel ? The vernal sun new life bestows Even on the meanest flower that blows ; But vainly , vainly may he shine , Where glory weeps o'er NELSON's shrine ; And vainly pierce ...
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... thought suppress'd , And sacred be the last long rest . Here , where the end of earthly things Lays heroes , patriots , bards , and kings ; Where stiff the hand , and still the tongue , Of those who fought , and spoke , and sung ; Here ...
... thought suppress'd , And sacred be the last long rest . Here , where the end of earthly things Lays heroes , patriots , bards , and kings ; Where stiff the hand , and still the tongue , Of those who fought , and spoke , and sung ; Here ...
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... thought to human pride ! —— The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , " Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems ...
... thought to human pride ! —— The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , " Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band Baron battle battle of Flodden beneath BIRKET FOSTER blast bold Border Bothwell called castle Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh English ETTRICK FOREST fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy Holy Island honour horse host Introduction to Canto James IV JOHN GILBERT King James King's knight Lady land Lindesay Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd minstrel Minstrelsy monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance plain proud rode round royal rude scarce Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Страница 341 - 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!
Страница 43 - O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, ' Here let their discord with them die. Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Страница 342 - Marmion reach'd his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. " Horse ! horse ! " 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.
Страница 367 - 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.
Страница 369 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell.
Страница 270 - 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.
Страница 362 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood 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.
Страница 365 - 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.
Страница 213 - Marmion's rank. That Castle rises on the steep Of the green vale of Tyne : And far beneath, where slow they creep From pool to eddy, dark and deep, Where alders moist and willows weep, You hear her streams repine. The towers in different ages rose ; Their various architecture shows The builders' various hands ; A mighty mass,-that could oppose, When deadliest hatred fired its foes, The vengeful Douglas bands.
Страница 96 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.