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... fair domain , Where Aill , from mountains freed , Down from the lakes did raving come ; Each wave was crested with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain ! no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the bold moss ...
... fair domain , Where Aill , from mountains freed , Down from the lakes did raving come ; Each wave was crested with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain ! no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the bold moss ...
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... fair , And every gentle lady there , Each after each , in due degree , Gave praises to his melody ; His hand was true , his voice was clear , And much they longed the rest to hear , Encouraged thus , the Aged Man , After meet rest ...
... fair , And every gentle lady there , Each after each , in due degree , Gave praises to his melody ; His hand was true , his voice was clear , And much they longed the rest to hear , Encouraged thus , the Aged Man , After meet rest ...
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... fair . The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into the night he looked forth ; And red and bright the streamers light Were dancing in the glowing north . So had he seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ...
... fair . The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into the night he looked forth ; And red and bright the streamers light Were dancing in the glowing north . So had he seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ...
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... fair Margaret so early awake , And don her kirtle so hastilie ; And the silken knots , which in hurry she would make , Why tremble her slender fingers to tie ; Why does she stop , and look often around , As she glides down the secret ...
... fair Margaret so early awake , And don her kirtle so hastilie ; And the silken knots , which in hurry she would make , Why tremble her slender fingers to tie ; Why does she stop , and look often around , As she glides down the secret ...
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... fair child harm , But held him with his powerful arm , That he might neither fight nor flee ; For when the Red - Cross spied he , The boy strove long and violently . " Now , by St. George , " the archer cries , " Edward , methinks we ...
... fair child harm , But held him with his powerful arm , That he might neither fight nor flee ; For when the Red - Cross spied he , The boy strove long and violently . " Now , by St. George , " the archer cries , " Edward , methinks we ...
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Page 103 - The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, He quaff 'd off the wine and he threw down the cup; She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Page 103 - 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 weapon 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 104 - 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 ? XIII.
Page 441 - God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame, By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trump and timbrel answered keen; And Zion's...
Page 49 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Page 42 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentered all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Page 118 - 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' 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, more I tell thee here...
Page 103 - He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone, He swam the 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. So boldly he...
Page 136 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.
Page 96 - 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 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...