The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volume 6A. Constable, 1821 |
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... realm gave way ! Then , while on Britain's thousand plains , One unpolluted church remains , Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's maddening sound , But still , upon the hallow'd day , Convoke the TO CANTO FIRST . 15.
... realm gave way ! Then , while on Britain's thousand plains , One unpolluted church remains , Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's maddening sound , But still , upon the hallow'd day , Convoke the TO CANTO FIRST . 15.
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... heard , and , sooth to tell , " He murmur'd on till morn , howe'er " No living mortal could be near . " Sometimes I thought I heard it plain , " As other voices spoke again . " I cannot tell - I like it not- " 54 Canto I MARMION .
... heard , and , sooth to tell , " He murmur'd on till morn , howe'er " No living mortal could be near . " Sometimes I thought I heard it plain , " As other voices spoke again . " I cannot tell - I like it not- " 54 Canto I MARMION .
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... , Now in a torrent racing forth , Now winding slow its silver train , And almost slumbering on the plain ; Like breezes of the autumn day , Whose voice inconstant dies away , And ever swells again as fast , When the ear.
... , Now in a torrent racing forth , Now winding slow its silver train , And almost slumbering on the plain ; Like breezes of the autumn day , Whose voice inconstant dies away , And ever swells again as fast , When the ear.
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... plains to dwell , Where hedge - rows spread a verdant screen , And spires and forests intervene , And the neat cottage peeps between ? No ! not for these will he exchange His dark Lochaber's boundless range ; Nor for fair Devon's meads ...
... plains to dwell , Where hedge - rows spread a verdant screen , And spires and forests intervene , And the neat cottage peeps between ? No ! not for these will he exchange His dark Lochaber's boundless range ; Nor for fair Devon's meads ...
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... plain and good , And sprung of Scotland's gentler blood ; Whose eye in age , quick , clear , and keen , Shew'd what in youth its glance had been ; Whose doom discording neighbours sought , Content with equity unbought ; To him the ...
... plain and good , And sprung of Scotland's gentler blood ; Whose eye in age , quick , clear , and keen , Shew'd what in youth its glance had been ; Whose doom discording neighbours sought , Content with equity unbought ; To him the ...
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Page 227 - 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 268 - 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 377 - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Page 266 - 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 345 - Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire. "And this to me !" he said ; "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas
Page 10 - So feeble trill'd the streamlet through : Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen, Through bush and brier, no longer green, An angry brook, it sweeps the glade, Brawls over rock and wild cascade, And, foaming brown with doubled speed, Hurries its waters to the Tweed.
Page 373 - In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She died at Holy Isle."— 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.— I would the Fiend, to whom belongs The vengeance due to all her wrongs, Would spare me but a day ! For wasting fire, and dying groan, And priests slain on the altar stone, Might bribe him for delay.
Page 346 - 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...
Page 151 - 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.
Page 346 - Lord Marmion turned — well was his need — And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending razed his plume.