Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field (Google eBook)

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Adam and Charles Black, 1855 - Flodden, Battle of, England, 1513 - 408 pages
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A genuinely effective story though I must admit I skip the lengthy introductions to each section describing Sxcottish scenery. "Young Lochinvar" and "the hand of Douglas is his own" are great bits, as is Wilton's defiance of the ghostly herald's summons. Read full review

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Page 271 - 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.
Page 370 - 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 Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song, ^ Shall many an age that wail prolong; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field, " Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield ! XXXV.
Page 271 - 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 365 - 'Or injured Constance, bathes my head?" Then, as remembrance rose, " Speak not to me of shrift or prayer ! I must redress her woes. Short space...
Page 270 - 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.
Page 305 - Heap on more wood ! the wind is chill, But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Page 370 - 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.
Page 271 - Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.' One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached 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, 'quoth young Lochinvar.
Page 96 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 306 - And brought blithe Christmas back again, With all his hospitable train. Domestic and religious rite Gave honour to the holy night ; 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.

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