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Page 389
... Queen Guenever should ye never see . ' ' Then 66 were I a foole and I would leave this sword , ' said Sir Laun- " celot . " Now , gentle knight , ' said the damosell , ' I require " thee to kisse me once . ' ' Nay , ' said Sir Launcelot ...
... Queen Guenever should ye never see . ' ' Then 66 were I a foole and I would leave this sword , ' said Sir Laun- " celot . " Now , gentle knight , ' said the damosell , ' I require " thee to kisse me once . ' ' Nay , ' said Sir Launcelot ...
Page 389
... Queen Guenever should ye never see . ' ' Then " were I a foole and I would leave this sword , ' said Sir Laun- " celot . Now , gentle knight , ' said the damosell , ' I require " thee to kisse me once . ' ' Nay , ' said Sir Launcelot ...
... Queen Guenever should ye never see . ' ' Then " were I a foole and I would leave this sword , ' said Sir Laun- " celot . Now , gentle knight , ' said the damosell , ' I require " thee to kisse me once . ' ' Nay , ' said Sir Launcelot ...
Page 389
... Queen Guenever should ye never see . ' ' Then were I a foole and I would leave this sword , ' said Sir Laun- " celot . Now , gentle knight , ' said the damosell , ' I require " thee to kisse me once . ' ' Nay , ' said Sir Launcelot ...
... Queen Guenever should ye never see . ' ' Then were I a foole and I would leave this sword , ' said Sir Laun- " celot . Now , gentle knight , ' said the damosell , ' I require " thee to kisse me once . ' ' Nay , ' said Sir Launcelot ...
Page 389
... Queen Guenever should ye never see . ' ' Then were I a foole and I would leave this sword , ' said Sir Laun- " celot . Now , gentle knight , ' said the damosell , ' I require " thee to kisse me once . ' ' Nay , ' said Sir Launcelot ...
... Queen Guenever should ye never see . ' ' Then were I a foole and I would leave this sword , ' said Sir Laun- " celot . Now , gentle knight , ' said the damosell , ' I require " thee to kisse me once . ' ' Nay , ' said Sir Launcelot ...
Page 390
... Queen Guenever , or Ganore ; and in this holy quest he encountered only such disgraceful disasters as that which follows : " But Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wild " forest , and held no path , but as wild adventure led ...
... Queen Guenever , or Ganore ; and in this holy quest he encountered only such disgraceful disasters as that which follows : " But Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wild " forest , and held no path , but as wild adventure led ...
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Abbess ancient Angus armour arms band banner Baron battle beneath bold brand castle chapel Christmas Clare dame dark death deep Douglas Dukes of Normandy e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh English fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes fought Gawaine gentle grace grave grim Guenever hail'd hall hand hath head heard heart heaven holy Holy Island horse host Introduction to Canto James IV King James King's knight Lady lance land light Lindesay Lindisfarn Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry Monarch monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Norham Castle Note o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance plain Queene Guenever rest round royal rude scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shield Sir David Sir Launcelot spear spoke squire St Cuthbert steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Page 195 - 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 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...
Page 228 - 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 322 - Dragg'd from among the horses' feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! .... Young Blount his...
Page 114 - It was a barren scene and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled, But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall. I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade The sun in all its round surveyed...
Page 229 - 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 324 - 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 226 - 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 330 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep, To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their King. But yet, though thick the shafts...
Page 272 - All hailed, with uncontrolled delight, And general voice, the happy night, That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
Page 129 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.