The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Band 3James Eastburn & Company, 1818 |
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... Surrey's power What time we razed old Ayton tower . " - XIX . " For such like need , my lord , I trow , Norham can find you guides enow ; For here be some have pricked as far , On Scottish ground , as to Dunbar ; Have drunk the monks of ...
... Surrey's power What time we razed old Ayton tower . " - XIX . " For such like need , my lord , I trow , Norham can find you guides enow ; For here be some have pricked as far , On Scottish ground , as to Dunbar ; Have drunk the monks of ...
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... Surrey many a band Had gathered in the Southern land , And marched into Northumberland , And camp at Wooler ta'en . Marmion , like charger in the stall , That hears without the trumpet call , Began to chafe , and swear : - " A sorry ...
... Surrey many a band Had gathered in the Southern land , And marched into Northumberland , And camp at Wooler ta'en . Marmion , like charger in the stall , That hears without the trumpet call , Began to chafe , and swear : - " A sorry ...
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... Surrey's camp with dawn of light . X. " There soon again we meet , my Clare ! This Baron means to guide thee there . Douglas reveres his king's command , Else would he take thee from his band . * Where James encamped before taking post ...
... Surrey's camp with dawn of light . X. " There soon again we meet , my Clare ! This Baron means to guide thee there . Douglas reveres his king's command , Else would he take thee from his band . * Where James encamped before taking post ...
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Walter Scott. And there thy kinsman Surrey , too , Will give De Wilton justice due . Now meeter far for martial broil , Firmer my limbs , and strung by toil , Once more " - -O Wilton ! must we then Risk new - found happiness again ...
Walter Scott. And there thy kinsman Surrey , too , Will give De Wilton justice due . Now meeter far for martial broil , Firmer my limbs , and strung by toil , Once more " - -O Wilton ! must we then Risk new - found happiness again ...
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... Surrey's camp thou now must go , Thy wrongs no longer smother . I have two sons in yonder field ; And , if thou meet'st them under shield , Upon them bravely - do thy worst ; And foul fall him that blenches first ! " XIII . Not far ...
... Surrey's camp thou now must go , Thy wrongs no longer smother . I have two sons in yonder field ; And , if thou meet'st them under shield , Upon them bravely - do thy worst ; And foul fall him that blenches first ! " XIII . Not far ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms array band banner battle battle of Flodden beneath blast bold Bothwell called CANTO castle chapel Clare cross Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas E'en e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar England English Ettricke Forest Eustace fair falcon falcon crest fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island honoured horse host James IV King James king's knight lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarn look Lord Marmion loud maid merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Note o'er Palmer passed Perchance plain pray rest round royal rude Saint scarce Scotland Scottish shield Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee Thomas Gray thou thought tide tower train Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Seite 180 - 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,
Seite 180 - 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.
Seite 179 - 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.
Seite 236 - Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line : So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride : I warrant him a warrior tried.
Seite 251 - 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.
Seite 234 - 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.
Seite 179 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword 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.
Seite 152 - Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Seite 254 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII. With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch, the gushing wound: The Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!
Seite 234 - 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!