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Side 8
... His summer couch by greenwood tree , His rustic kirn's loud revelry , His native hill - notes , tuned on high , To Marion of the blithesome eye ; * The Scottish harvest - home . His crook , his scrip , his oaten reed , INTRODUCTION.
... His summer couch by greenwood tree , His rustic kirn's loud revelry , His native hill - notes , tuned on high , To Marion of the blithesome eye ; * The Scottish harvest - home . His crook , his scrip , his oaten reed , INTRODUCTION.
Side 9
... loud alarms , Called ancient Priam forth to arms . Then happy those , since each must drain His share of pleasure , share of pain , — Then happy those , beloved of heaven , To whom the mingled cup is given ; Whose lenient sorrows find ...
... loud alarms , Called ancient Priam forth to arms . Then happy those , since each must drain His share of pleasure , share of pain , — Then happy those , beloved of heaven , To whom the mingled cup is given ; Whose lenient sorrows find ...
Side 12
... of fire Jealous , each other's motions viewed , And scarce suppressed their ancient feud . The laverock whistled from the cloud ; The stream was lively , but not loud ; From the white thorn the May - flower shed Its 7 12 INTRODUCTION.
... of fire Jealous , each other's motions viewed , And scarce suppressed their ancient feud . The laverock whistled from the cloud ; The stream was lively , but not loud ; From the white thorn the May - flower shed Its 7 12 INTRODUCTION.
Side 17
... loudly Marmion's bugles blew , And , with their light and lively call , Brought groom and yeoman to the stall . Whistling they came , and free of heart ; But soon their mood was changed : Complaint ... loud for armour lost ; Some brawled and.
... loudly Marmion's bugles blew , And , with their light and lively call , Brought groom and yeoman to the stall . Whistling they came , and free of heart ; But soon their mood was changed : Complaint ... loud for armour lost ; Some brawled and.
Side 18
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Some clamoured loud for armour lost ; Some brawled and wrangled with the host ; 66 By Becket's bones , ” cried one , “ I fear , That some false Scot has stolen my spear ! " - Young Blount , Lord Marmion's second ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Some clamoured loud for armour lost ; Some brawled and wrangled with the host ; 66 By Becket's bones , ” cried one , “ I fear , That some false Scot has stolen my spear ! " - Young Blount , Lord Marmion's second ...
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Abbess ancient armour arms army array band banner Baron battle of Flodden beard beneath blast Blount bold Border Bothwell brand brave Canto castle Christmas Clare command cross dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Engraved by Cha Eustace fair fame fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden Field foes fought gallant hall hand head heart heaven hill holy honour horse host James IV King James king's Lady land Lochinvar look Lord Marmion loud loved maid Master of Angus merry Monarch monks ne'er night noble Note o'er pallions Palmer passed Perchance Pitscottie plain Post and Pair prayer Queen rode round royal Saint Saint George Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scottish shade shew shield Sir David Lindesay slain spear squire steed stood summons Surrey Surrey's sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou tide towers turret Twas wild Wilton
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Side 90 - 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 entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all.
Side 90 - Oh ! 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 unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 93 - 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?
Side 197 - She fill'd the helm, and back she hied, And with surprise and joy espied A Monk supporting Marmion's head : A pious man, whom duty brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And, as she stoop'd his brow to lave— " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, ''Or injured Constance, bathes my head?
Side 172 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Side 92 - Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. 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.
Side 51 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow 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...
Side 194 - With that, straight up the hill there rode Two horsemen drenched with gore, And in their arms, a helpless load, A wounded knight they bore. His hand still strained the broken brand; His arms were smeared with blood and sand. Dragged from among the horses...
Side 33 - Of all the palaces so fair, Built for the royal dwelling In Scotland, far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling; And in its park, in jovial June, How sweet the merry linnet's tune, How blithe the blackbird's lay! The wild buck bells from ferny brake, The coot dives merry on the lake, The saddest heart might pleasure take To see all nature gay.
Side 203 - Then did their loss his foemen know— Their king, their lords, their mightiest low; They melted from the field as snow, When streams are swoln and south winds blow, Dissolves in silent dew. Tweed's echoes heard the ceaseless plash, While many a broken band, Disordered, through her currents dash To gain the Scottish land; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Floddeu's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail.