Poetical Works: With a Biographical & Critical MemoirMacmillan, 1890 - 102 pages |
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... o'er her warrior's bloody bier The Ladye dropp'd nor flower nor tear ! Vengeance , deep - brooding o'er the slain , Had lock'd the source of softer woe ;, And burning pride , and high disdain , Forbade the rising tear to flow ; Until ...
... o'er her warrior's bloody bier The Ladye dropp'd nor flower nor tear ! Vengeance , deep - brooding o'er the slain , Had lock'd the source of softer woe ;, And burning pride , and high disdain , Forbade the rising tear to flow ; Until ...
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... o'er , Again the volume to restore . I buried him on St. Michael's night , When the bell toll'd one , and the moon was bright , And I dug his chamber among the dead , When the floor of the chancel was stained red , That his patron's ...
... o'er , Again the volume to restore . I buried him on St. Michael's night , When the bell toll'd one , and the moon was bright , And I dug his chamber among the dead , When the floor of the chancel was stained red , That his patron's ...
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... o'er With the Borderer's curdled gore ; A moment then the volume spread , And one short spell therein he read , It had much of glamour * might , Could make a ladye seem a knight ; The cobwebs on a dungeon wall Seem tapestry in lordly ...
... o'er With the Borderer's curdled gore ; A moment then the volume spread , And one short spell therein he read , It had much of glamour * might , Could make a ladye seem a knight ; The cobwebs on a dungeon wall Seem tapestry in lordly ...
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... o'er and o'er . William of Deloraine , in trance , Whene'er she turned it round and round , Twisted as if she gall'd his wound . Then to her maidens she did say , That he should be whole man and sound , Within the course of a night and ...
... o'er and o'er . William of Deloraine , in trance , Whene'er she turned it round and round , Twisted as if she gall'd his wound . Then to her maidens she did say , That he should be whole man and sound , Within the course of a night and ...
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... o'er Border sod To siege or rescue never rode . The Ladye mark'd the aids come in , And high her heart of pride arose : She bade her youthful son attend , That he might know his father's friend , And learn to face his foes . " The boy ...
... o'er Border sod To siege or rescue never rode . The Ladye mark'd the aids come in , And high her heart of pride arose : She bade her youthful son attend , That he might know his father's friend , And learn to face his foes . " The boy ...
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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,