Poetical Works: With a Biographical & Critical MemoirMacmillan, 1890 - 102 pages |
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... loud , and struck full long , The porter hurried to the gate- " Who knocks so loud , and knocks so late ? " - ' From Branksome I , " the warrior cried ; And strait the wicket open'd wide : For Branksome's Chiefs had in battle stood , To ...
... loud , and struck full long , The porter hurried to the gate- " Who knocks so loud , and knocks so late ? " - ' From Branksome I , " the warrior cried ; And strait the wicket open'd wide : For Branksome's Chiefs had in battle stood , To ...
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... Loud sobs , and laughter louder , ran , And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the fiends kept holiday , Because these spells were brought to day . - I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as ' twas said to me . XXIII ...
... Loud sobs , and laughter louder , ran , And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the fiends kept holiday , Because these spells were brought to day . - I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as ' twas said to me . XXIII ...
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... loud and long , Till , at the high and haughty sound , Rock , wood , and river , rung around . The blast alarm'd the festal hall , And startled forth the warriors all ; Far downward , in the castle yard , Full many a torch and cresset ...
... loud and long , Till , at the high and haughty sound , Rock , wood , and river , rung around . The blast alarm'd the festal hall , And startled forth the warriors all ; Far downward , in the castle yard , Full many a torch and cresset ...
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... loud the heedful gate - ward cried- Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Watt Tinlinn , from the Liddel - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his lone gate , and prove the lock ; It was but ...
... loud the heedful gate - ward cried- Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Watt Tinlinn , from the Liddel - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his lone gate , and prove the lock ; It was but ...
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... Loudly the Beattison laugh'd in scorn ; " Little care we for thy winded horn . Ne'er shall it be the Galliard's lot ... loud and clea Through the grey mountain - mower did lances appear ; ower ; And the third blast rang with such a din ...
... Loudly the Beattison laugh'd in scorn ; " Little care we for thy winded horn . Ne'er shall it be the Galliard's lot ... loud and clea Through the grey mountain - mower did lances appear ; ower ; And the third blast rang with such a din ...
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Abbotsford ancient arms band banner Barnard Castle battle beneath blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Hall brave breast bright broadsword brow Bruce castle chivalry clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight fire gallant gave glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy isle King knight lady lake land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine lone Lord Marmion loud maid maiden mark'd minstrel morning Mortham Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble o'er pass'd pibroch pride Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby round rude Saint Saxon scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd show'd silvan sire slain song sought sound spear spoke steed stern stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
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Page 101 - At length, upon the harp, with glee, Mingled with arch simplicity, A soft, yet lively, air she rung, While thus the wily lady sung : LOCHINVAR. O, 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 unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 101 - He staid not for brake, and he stopped 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 101 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied : — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 102 - 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?
Page 102 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 45 - 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 38 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Page 144 - And near, and nearer as they row'd, Distinct the martial ditty flow'd. XIX. The tube of the bagpipe. Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green Pine ! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe...
Page 101 - The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked 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 476 - Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away. We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed ; You shall see him brought to bay,