Marmion, and The lord of the Isles. With intr. and notes by F.T. Palgrave. From the Globe ed. of Scott's poetical works |
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... wake the string , The triumph of our foes to tell ! LEYDEN . ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY , LORD MONTAGUE , & c . & c . & c . THIS ROMANCE IS INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR . ADVERTISEMENT TO THE FIRST EDITION . It is hardly to MARMION: ...
... wake the string , The triumph of our foes to tell ! LEYDEN . ΤΟ THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY , LORD MONTAGUE , & c . & c . & c . THIS ROMANCE IS INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR . ADVERTISEMENT TO THE FIRST EDITION . It is hardly to MARMION: ...
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... waking eye . The mightiest chiefs of British song Scorn'd not such legends to prolong : They gleam through Spenser's elfin dream , And mix in Milton's heavenly theme ; And Dryden , in immortal strain , Had raised the Table Round again ...
... waking eye . The mightiest chiefs of British song Scorn'd not such legends to prolong : They gleam through Spenser's elfin dream , And mix in Milton's heavenly theme ; And Dryden , in immortal strain , Had raised the Table Round again ...
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... wake , And drinks but of the stream or lake . This were a guide o'er moor and dale ; But , when our John hath quaff'd his ale , As little as the wind that blows , And warms itself against his nose , Kens he , or cares , which way he ...
... wake , And drinks but of the stream or lake . This were a guide o'er moor and dale ; But , when our John hath quaff'd his ale , As little as the wind that blows , And warms itself against his nose , Kens he , or cares , which way he ...
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... wake , Full soon such vengeance will he take , That you shall wish the fiery Dane Had rather been your guest again . Behind , a darker hour ascends ! The altars quake , the crosier bends , The ire of a despotic King Rides forth upon ...
... wake , Full soon such vengeance will he take , That you shall wish the fiery Dane Had rather been your guest again . Behind , a darker hour ascends ! The altars quake , the crosier bends , The ire of a despotic King Rides forth upon ...
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... wake The silence of the polar lake , When stubborn Russ , and metal'd Swede , On the warp'd wave their death - game ... wakes on earth , One with our feelings and our powers , And rather part of us than ours ; Or whether fitlier term'd ...
... wake The silence of the polar lake , When stubborn Russ , and metal'd Swede , On the warp'd wave their death - game ... wakes on earth , One with our feelings and our powers , And rather part of us than ours ; Or whether fitlier term'd ...
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Page 53 - 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.
Page 68 - Douglas' head. And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her State, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate. And, Douglas...
Page 14 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone ; The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loophole grates where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Page 72 - They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly: And stainless Tunstall's banner white, And Edmund Howard's lion bright, Still bear them bravely in the fight; Although against them come, Of gallant Gordons many a one, And many a stubborn Highlandman, And many a rugged Border clan, With Huntly, and with Home.
Page 53 - 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 10 - Their summer gambols tell, and mourn, And anxious ask: "Will spring return, And birds and lambs again be gay, And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray?" Yes, prattlers, yes. The daisy's flower Again shall paint your summer bower; Again the hawthorn shall supply The garlands you delight to tie; The lambs upon the lea shall bound, The wild birds carol to the round, And while you frolic light as they, Too short shall seem the summer day.
Page 107 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Page 53 - 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,
Page 73 - 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...
Page 11 - NELSON'S shrine ; And vainly pierce the solemn gloom, That shrouds, O PITT, thy hallowed tomb ! Deep graved in every British heart, O never let those names depart ! Say to your sons, — Lo, here his grave, Who victor died on Gadite wave; To him, as to the burning levin.