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Abbotsford ancient Argentine arms band banner bard battle beneath blood blood-hound bold Bonny Dundee bower brand brave breast bright broadsword brow Bruce castle CHARLES KINGSLEY chief chivalry clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread drew Earl English fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight gallant glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy isle King knight lady lake land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine lone look loud maid maiden mark'd Marmion minstrel Mortham Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble o'er pale pass'd pibroch poem pride proud Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby round rude rung Saint Saxon scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd silvan sire song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
Page 112 - 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,
Page 111 - 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 111 - 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 131 - 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...
Page 126 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand. ' ' But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms and thus he spoke : — ' ' My manors, halls and bowers shall still Be open at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer; My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone — The hand of Douglas is his own ; And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp!
Page xxxix - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements, and feelings, and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
Page 143 - 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 49 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...