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... o'er realms and seas hast ranged , Marked cities lost and empires changed , While here , at home , my narrower ken Somewhat of manners saw , and men ; Though varying wishes , hopes , and fears , Fevered the progress of these years , Yet ...
... o'er realms and seas hast ranged , Marked cities lost and empires changed , While here , at home , my narrower ken Somewhat of manners saw , and men ; Though varying wishes , hopes , and fears , Fevered the progress of these years , Yet ...
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... o'er his tattered book , Or idly busied him to guide His angle o'er the lessened tide ; — At midnight now , the snowy plain Finds sterner labour for the swain . When red hath set the beamless sun , Through heavy vapours dank and dun ...
... o'er his tattered book , Or idly busied him to guide His angle o'er the lessened tide ; — At midnight now , the snowy plain Finds sterner labour for the swain . When red hath set the beamless sun , Through heavy vapours dank and dun ...
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... o'er the fells , Stiffens his locks to icicles ; Oft he looks back , while streaming far , His cottage window seems a star , Loses its feeble gleam , and then Turns patient to the blast again , And , facing to the tempest's sweep ...
... o'er the fells , Stiffens his locks to icicles ; Oft he looks back , while streaming far , His cottage window seems a star , Loses its feeble gleam , and then Turns patient to the blast again , And , facing to the tempest's sweep ...
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... o'er , with much delight , The legend of that antique knight , Tirante by name , ycleped the White . At either's feet a trusty squire , Pandour and Camp , with eyes of fire Jealous , each other's motions viewed , And scarce suppressed ...
... o'er , with much delight , The legend of that antique knight , Tirante by name , ycleped the White . At either's feet a trusty squire , Pandour and Camp , with eyes of fire Jealous , each other's motions viewed , And scarce suppressed ...
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... o'er them beaming . I too was there , and , sooth to tell , Bedeafened with the jangling knell , Was watching where the sunbeams fell , Through the stained casement gleaming ; But , while I marked what next befel , It seemed as I were ...
... o'er them beaming . I too was there , and , sooth to tell , Bedeafened with the jangling knell , Was watching where the sunbeams fell , Through the stained casement gleaming ; But , while I marked what next befel , It seemed as I were ...
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Page 90 - 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 entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all.
Page 90 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons 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.
Page 93 - 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?
Page 197 - She fill'd the helm, and back she hied, And with surprise and joy espied A Monk supporting Marmion's head : A pious man, whom duty brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And, as she stoop'd his brow to lave— " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, ''Or injured Constance, bathes my head?
Page 172 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Page 92 - Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 51 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud Such dusky...
Page 194 - With that, straight up the hill there rode Two horsemen drenched with gore, And in their arms, a helpless load, A wounded knight they bore. His hand still strained the broken brand; His arms were smeared with blood and sand. Dragged from among the horses...
Page 33 - Of all the palaces so fair, Built for the royal dwelling In Scotland, far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling; And in its park, in jovial June, How sweet the merry linnet's tune, How blithe the blackbird's lay! The wild buck bells from ferny brake, The coot dives merry on the lake, The saddest heart might pleasure take To see all nature gay.
Page 203 - Then did their loss his foemen know— Their king, their lords, their mightiest low; They melted from the field as snow, When streams are swoln and south winds blow, Dissolves in silent dew. Tweed's echoes heard the ceaseless plash, 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 Floddeu's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail.