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Page 208 - A brother he had in prime of youth, Of courage firm and keen, And he would tend him on the way Because his wounds were green. " All day o'er moss and moor they rode, By many a lonely tower ; And 'twas the dew-fall of the night Ere they drew near her bower.
Page 173 - Deep-hewn within a craggy cliff, And overhung with wood. And near a flight of shapely steps, All cut with nicest skill, And piercing through a stony arch, Ran winding up the hill...
Page 207 - A message went — no daughter came ; Fair Isabel ne'er appears ; " Beshrew me," said the aged chief, " Young maidens have their fears. Cheer up, my son ; thou shalt her see So soon as thou canst ride ; And she shall nurse thee in her bower, And she shall be thy bride.
Page 3 - If evidence be required to prove that chess was invented by the Hindus, we may be satisfied with the testimony of the Persians ; who, though as much inclined as other nations to appropriate the ingenious inventions of a foreign people, unanimously agree, that the game was imported from the west of India, together with the charming fables of Vishnusarman in the sixth century of our era.
Page 216 - Thus pouring comfort on my soul Even with her latest breath, She gave one parting fond embrace, And clos'd her eyes in death. In wild amaze, in speechless woe, Devoid of sense I lay: Then sudden all in frantic mood I meant myself to slay: And rising up in furious haste I seiz'd the bloody brand: A sturdy arm here interpos'd, And wrench'd it from my hand.
Page 114 - And the House of Representatives, by protestation, saving to themselves the liberty of exhibiting at any time hereafter any further articles or other accusation...
Page 158 - Tis Father Bernard, so revered For every worthy deed : To Raby Castle he shall go, And for us kindly plead. To fetch this good and holy man Our reverend host is gone ; And soon, I trust, his pious hands Will join us both in one.
Page 205 - I'll rescue thee, Or perish by their hand. Young Bertram bow'd, with glad assent, And spur'd his eager steed, And calling on his lady's name, Rush'd forth with whirlwind speed. As when a grove of sapling oaks The livid lightning rends ; So fiercely 'mid the opposing ranks Sir Bertram's sword descends. This way and that he drives the steel, And keenly pierces thro' ; And many a tall and comely knight With furious force he slew.
Page 153 - Those towers, alas ! now stand forlorn, With noisome weeds o'erspread, Where feasted lords and courtly dames, And where the poor were fed. " Meantime, far off, 'mid Scottish hills, The Percy lives unknown ; On strangers' bounty he depends, And may not claim his own.
Page 215 - Bertram, she said, I still was true ; Thou only had'st my heart : May we hereafter meet in bliss ! We now, alas ! must part. For thee, I left my father's hall, And flew to thy relief, When, lo!

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