Dramas, Discourses, and Other Pieces: The judgement. Sachem's-wood. Discourses: I. On the choice of an era in epic and tragic writing. II. On the relations of literature to a republican government. III. On the life and services of Lafayette. The hermit of Warkworth, by Bishop PercyC. C. Little and J. Brown, 1839 |
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Page 89 - He seems to have been well acquainted with his own genius, and to know what it was that nature had bestowed upon him more bountifully than upon others; the power of displaying the vast, illuminating the splendid, enforcing the awful, darkening the gloomy, and aggravating the dreadful...
Page 196 - ... prohibited weeding and hoeing, lest the young partridges should be disturbed; steeping seed, lest it should injure the game; manuring with...
Page 226 - And kneeling on her knee — Sir knight, the lady of thy love Hath sent this gift to thee. Then forth she drew a glittering helme, Well-plated many a fold, The casque was wrought of tempered steel, The crest of burnished gold. Sir knight, thy lady sends thee this, And yields to be thy bride, When thou hast proved this maiden gift Where sharpest blows are tried.
Page 210 - The youth he pressed her to his heart, The maid let fall a tear. Ah ! seldom had their host, I ween, Beheld so sweet a pair ; The youth was tall, with manly bloom ; She slender, soft, and fair. The youth was clad in forest green With bugle-horn so bright ; She in a silken robe and scarf, Snatched up in hasty flight. Sit down; my children...
Page 229 - And, after wonderous valour shown, They slowly quit the field. All pale extended on their shields And weltering in his gore Lord Percy's knights their bleeding friend To Wark's fair castle bore. Well hast thou eani'd my daughter's love ; Her father kindly said; And she herself shall dress thy wounds, And tend thee in thy bed.
Page 240 - My brother, alas! spake never more, His precious life was flown. She kindly strove to soothe my pain, Regardless of her own. " ' Bertram,' she said, ' be comforted, And live to think on me : May we in heaven that union prove, Which here was not to be ! "'Bertram,' she said, 'I still was true; Thou only hadst my heart: May we hereafter meet in bliss!
Page 223 - Lord Percy pleaded for his friend, Her father soon consents; None but the beauteous maid herself His wishes now prevents. But she with studied fond delays Defers the blissful hour; And loves to try his constancy, And prove her maiden power. That heart, she said, is lightly priz'd, Which is too lightly won; And long shall rue that easy maid, Who yields her love too soon...
Page 219 - Deep-hewn within a craggy cliff, And overhung with wood. And near a flight of shapely steps, All cut with nicest skill, And piercing through a stony arch, Ran winding up the hill...
Page 225 - Yorkshire, of Emma de Porte (so the Norman writers name her), whose father, a great Saxon lord, had been slain fighting along with Harold. This young lady, William from a principle of honour and generosity, married: for having had all her lands bestowed upon him by the Conqueror, "he (to use the words of the old Whitby Chronicle) wedded hyr that was very heire to them, in discharging of his conscience.
Page 219 - For every worthy deed; To Raby castle he shall go, And for us kindly plead. To fetch this good and holy man Our reverend host is gone ; And soon, I trust, his pious hands Will join us both in one.