The castles of Wolfnorth & Mont Eagle, by St. Ann, Volume 11812 |
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Adela Agnes appeared armour arms attention Augustine Baron Baroness beautiful Bevis de Wilton bore bosom breast brother burga Caithness casque Castle cheek chieftain child countenance courser court cousin cried d'Aubigny dark dear death delight departed dreadful Dunthalmo Earl Earl of Cornwall Editha Elfwold esquire Ethel Ethelbert Ethelburga Eustace eyes Falcon Father Bertrand fear feelings feet Fitz Alwy Fitz Alwy's Fitz Arnulf Fitz William forest gazed gold golden graceful grief hand happy heart Heaven heralds honour Hontercombe horse Ithona Knight Lady look Lord Falconberg Lord Fitz lovely Lucy manner melancholy mind Mont Eagle Mowbray never noble o'er opponent Osmond Ossian pale Philip Fitz Aubrey poor pressed rampart renne replied returned rushed Ryno seemed sighed Sir Aymer Sir Bevis Sir Edwin Montague Sir Morcar Sir Philip Fitz smiled sorrow soul Stanley steed stranger tears tender Thane thee thou tower valour Warden Warrenne wold Wolfnorth young youth
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Page 338 - He lifted high his shadowy spear! He bent forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing, drew his sword; the blade of dark-brown Luno.* The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a column of smoke, which the staff of the boy disturbs, as it rises from the half-extinguished furnace.
Page 249 - The lightning 20 flies on wings of fire! They frighten not Comala; for Fingal is low. Say, chief of the mournful tale, fell the breaker of the shields? Hidallan. The nations are scattered on their hills! they shall hear the voice of the king no more. Comala. Confusion pursue thee over thy plains!
Page 204 - I beheld thy arms, on thy breast, white tossed amidst thy wandering locks : when the rustling breeze of the morning came from the desert of streams. Hast thou seen thy fathers, Bos-mina, descending in thy dreams ? Arise, daughter of Clatho ; dwells there aught of grief in thy soul ? BOS-MINA. A thin form passed before me, fading as it flew : like the darkening wave of a breeze, along a field of grass.