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... AND CRITICAL MEMOIR BY FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE , LATE FELLOW OF EXETER COLLEGE , OXFORD τακο BORDER London : CHIVALRY NOT MACMILLAN AND CO . 280. m . 1 . 1 00 1 DEDICATION THE first of our living Statesmen is not. 1866.
... AND CRITICAL MEMOIR BY FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE , LATE FELLOW OF EXETER COLLEGE , OXFORD τακο BORDER London : CHIVALRY NOT MACMILLAN AND CO . 280. m . 1 . 1 00 1 DEDICATION THE first of our living Statesmen is not. 1866.
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) Francis Turner Palgrave. 1 DEDICATION The first of our living Statesmen is not only.
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Francis Turner Palgrave. 1 DEDICATION The first of our living Statesmen is not only.
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... living Statesmen is not only remarkable for the largeness of his political views and his consummate mastery of details , but for the generous confidence with which he regards the working classes of his fellow - countrymen , and for his ...
... living Statesmen is not only remarkable for the largeness of his political views and his consummate mastery of details , but for the generous confidence with which he regards the working classes of his fellow - countrymen , and for his ...
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... living an old - world life in the present , which lay at the root of his character . We have here one of his practical anachronisms . He puts himself in the place of the Minstrel of the " Lay " at Newark ; he leans to the time when ...
... living an old - world life in the present , which lay at the root of his character . We have here one of his practical anachronisms . He puts himself in the place of the Minstrel of the " Lay " at Newark ; he leans to the time when ...
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... living again in the present , common existence enriched and beautified by poetry . Mr. Lockhart here gives several pleasing and brilliant pictures of his father - in - law's life in town and country ; a day at Abbotsford and a dinner at ...
... living again in the present , common existence enriched and beautified by poetry . Mr. Lockhart here gives several pleasing and brilliant pictures of his father - in - law's life in town and country ; a day at Abbotsford and a dinner at ...
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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 445 - 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...