Marmion: A Tale of Flodden FieldCosimo, Inc., 1. nov. 2005 - 292 sider And now the midnight draught of sleep, Where wine and spices richly steep, In massive bowl of silver deep, The page presents on knee.Lord Marmion drank a fair good rest, The captain pledged his noble guest, The cup went through among the rest, Who drained it merrily...-from MarmionFantastically successful when it was first published in 1808 and a bestseller throughout the 19th-century, this is Scott's epic poem of the 1513 Battle of Flodden Field, an enormous military disaster for Scotland in which the English killed King James IV and most of his nobles, and "all was lost," Scott said of the debacle, "but our honour." With a hero, Lord Marmion, who is by turns both upright and villainous, and its sweeping air of romantic and political intrigue, this rich tapestry of verse remains favorite of Scott devotees today.Scottish novelist and poet SIR WALTER SCOTT (1771-1832), a literary hero of his native land, turned to writing only when his law practice and printing business foundered. Among his most beloved works are The Lady of the Lake (1810), Rob Roy (1818), and Ivanhoe (1820). |
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... hour , And wail the daisy's vanished flower , Their summer gambols tell , and mourn , And anxious ask , - Will spring return , And birds and lambs again be gay , And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray ? 35 40 Yes , prattlers , yes . The ...
... hour , And wail the daisy's vanished flower , Their summer gambols tell , and mourn , And anxious ask , - Will spring return , And birds and lambs again be gay , And blossoms clothe the hawthorn spray ? 35 40 Yes , prattlers , yes . The ...
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... hour , A bauble held the pride of power , Spurned at the sordid lust of pelf , 7 And served his Albion 8 for herself ; Who , when the frantic crowd amain9 Strained at subjection's bursting rein , O'er their wild mood full conquest ...
... hour , A bauble held the pride of power , Spurned at the sordid lust of pelf , 7 And served his Albion 8 for herself ; Who , when the frantic crowd amain9 Strained at subjection's bursting rein , O'er their wild mood full conquest ...
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... hour he crossed the Tweed , To teach Dame Alison her creed . Old Bughtrig found him with his wife , And John , an enemy to strife , 345 350 355 Sans 11 frock and hood , fled for his life . The jealous churl 12 hath deeply swore 360 1 ...
... hour he crossed the Tweed , To teach Dame Alison her creed . Old Bughtrig found him with his wife , And John , an enemy to strife , 345 350 355 Sans 11 frock and hood , fled for his life . The jealous churl 12 hath deeply swore 360 1 ...
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... hours that we have spent . Together on the brown hill's bent.2 When , musing on companions gone , We doubly feel ourselves alone , 135 Something , my friend , we yet may gain ; There is a pleasure in this pain : It soothes the love of ...
... hours that we have spent . Together on the brown hill's bent.2 When , musing on companions gone , We doubly feel ourselves alone , 135 Something , my friend , we yet may gain ; There is a pleasure in this pain : It soothes the love of ...
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... hour : Nor thicket , dell , nor copse you spy , Where living thing concealed might lie ; Nor point retiring hides a dell Where swain or woodman lone might dwell . 165 There's nothing left to fancy's guess , You see that all is ...
... hour : Nor thicket , dell , nor copse you spy , Where living thing concealed might lie ; Nor point retiring hides a dell Where swain or woodman lone might dwell . 165 There's nothing left to fancy's guess , You see that all is ...
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Side 183 - 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...
Side 183 - 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 !
Side 183 - 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.
Side 254 - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and vast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war As down the hill they broke; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his mountain-throne King James did rushing come.
Side 88 - Till twice an hundred years roll'd o'er ; When she, the bold enchantress came, With fearless hand and heart on flame ! From the pale willow snatch'd the treasure, And swept it with a kindred measure, Till Avon's swans, while rung the grove With Montfort's hate and Basil's love, Awakening at the inspired strain, Deem'd their own Shakspeare lived again.
Side 255 - At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast; And first the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave Floating like foam upon the wave...
Side 259 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Side 242 - 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 : So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill.