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... Flodden vale , The cloth - yard arrows flew like hail . II . Nor less did Marmion's skilful view Glance every line ... battle - axe and spear . Young knights and squires , a lighter train , Practised 74 Canto V. MARMION .
... Flodden vale , The cloth - yard arrows flew like hail . II . Nor less did Marmion's skilful view Glance every line ... battle - axe and spear . Young knights and squires , a lighter train , Practised 74 Canto V. MARMION .
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... Flodden ridge The Scots beheld the English host Leave Barmore - wood , their evening post , And heedful watch'd them as they cross'd The Till by Twisel Bridge . High sight it is , and haughty , while They dive into the deep defile ...
... Flodden ridge The Scots beheld the English host Leave Barmore - wood , their evening post , And heedful watch'd them as they cross'd The Till by Twisel Bridge . High sight it is , and haughty , while They dive into the deep defile ...
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... Flodden had been Bannock - bourne ! - The precious hour has pass'd in vain , And England's host has gain'd the plain ; Wheeling their march , and circling still , Around the base of Flodden - hill . XXI . Ere yet the bands met Marmion's ...
... Flodden had been Bannock - bourne ! - The precious hour has pass'd in vain , And England's host has gain'd the plain ; Wheeling their march , and circling still , Around the base of Flodden - hill . XXI . Ere yet the bands met Marmion's ...
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... Flodden mountain shrilling high , Startled the Scottish foes . XXV . Blount and Fitz - Eustace rested still With Lady Clare upon the hill ; On which , ( for far the day was spent , ) The western sun - beams now were bent . The cry they ...
... Flodden mountain shrilling high , Startled the Scottish foes . XXV . Blount and Fitz - Eustace rested still With Lady Clare upon the hill ; On which , ( for far the day was spent , ) The western sun - beams now were bent . The cry they ...
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... battle's deadly swell , For still the Scots , around their king , Unbroken , fought in desperate ring . Where's now their victor vaward wing , Where Huntley , and where Home ? — O for a blast of that dread horn , On Fontarabian echoes ...
... battle's deadly swell , For still the Scots , around their king , Unbroken , fought in desperate ring . Where's now their victor vaward wing , Where Huntley , and where Home ? — O for a blast of that dread horn , On Fontarabian echoes ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abbess ancient armour arms array band banner Baron battle battle of Flodden beard beneath blast Blount bold Border Bothwell brand brave camp CANTO castle Chief Christmas Clare cross dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Eustace fair fame fell fight Fitz-Eustace gallant hall hand head heard heart heaven hill holy horse host James IV King James king's Lady land Lion Lochinvar look Lord Marmion loud mark'd Master of Angus merry Monarch monks ne'er night noble Note nought o'er pallion Palmer pass'd Perchance Pitscottie plain Post and Pair prayer Queen rode round royal sable Saint Saint George Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shade shield Sir David Lindesay slain spear squire steed stood summons Surrey Surrey's sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide towers train turret Twas Twisel view'd wild Wilton
Pasajes populares
Página 92 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 90 - 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.
Página 198 - And many a sinner's parting seen, But never aught like this." — The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And — STANLEY ! was the cry : — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye : With dying hand, above his head, He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
Página 192 - Dragg'd from among the horses' feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! .... Young Blount his...
Página 51 - 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 and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Página 194 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Página 201 - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Página 171 - the Douglas cried, " and chase ! " But soon he rein'd his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name. — A letter forged ! Saint Jude to speed ! Did ever knight so foul a deed ? At first in heart it liked me ill, When the King praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine, Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line.
Página 133 - On Christmas eve the bells were rung ; On Christmas eve the mass was sung : That only night in all the year, Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear...
Página 91 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; — And now I am 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.