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... sound , Till burst the bolt on yonder shore , Roll'd , blazed , destroy'd , — and was no more . Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth , Who bade the conqueror go forth , And launch'd that thunderbolt of war On Egypt , Hafnia , Trafalgar ...
... sound , Till burst the bolt on yonder shore , Roll'd , blazed , destroy'd , — and was no more . Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth , Who bade the conqueror go forth , And launch'd that thunderbolt of war On Egypt , Hafnia , Trafalgar ...
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... sound is still , The warder silent on the hill ! Oh think , how to his latest day , 1 When Death , just hovering , claim'd his prey , With Palinure's unalter'd mood , Firm at his dangerous post he stood ; Each call for needful rest ...
... sound is still , The warder silent on the hill ! Oh think , how to his latest day , 1 When Death , just hovering , claim'd his prey , With Palinure's unalter'd mood , Firm at his dangerous post he stood ; Each call for needful rest ...
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... sound , And wit that loved to play , not wound , And all the reasoning powers divine , To penetrate , resolve , combine , Could save one mortal of the herd From error Fox had never err'd . " And , partial feeling cast aside , 1 Record ...
... sound , And wit that loved to play , not wound , And all the reasoning powers divine , To penetrate , resolve , combine , Could save one mortal of the herd From error Fox had never err'd . " And , partial feeling cast aside , 1 Record ...
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... sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems to cry , " Here let their discord with them die . Speak not for those a separate doom , Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men , Where ...
... sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems to cry , " Here let their discord with them die . Speak not for those a separate doom , Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men , Where ...
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... sounds die on my ear . Now slow return the lonely down , The silent pastures bleak and brown , The farm begirt with copsewood wild , The gambols of each frolic child , Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters ...
... sounds die on my ear . Now slow return the lonely down , The silent pastures bleak and brown , The farm begirt with copsewood wild , The gambols of each frolic child , Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abbess ancient Angus arms band Baron battle battle of Flodden beneath blast Blount bold Border called CANTO castle Clare dame dark death deep Douglas Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden Field grace grave hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Heron hill holy Holy Island honour horse James IV James's King James king's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lord Marmion loud mark'd merry Minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Norham Castle Note o'er Palmer pass'd peace Perchance Pitscottie plain poem round royal rude Saint Saint George scarce Scot Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stood Surrey sword tale Tantallon Tantallon Castle tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 207 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Seite 270 - 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!
Seite 207 - 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.
Seite 269 - 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.
Seite 103 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Seite 291 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Seite 7 - For talents mourn, untimely lost, When best employed and wanted most; Mourn genius high, and lore profound, And wit that loved to play, not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine, To penetrate, resolve, combine ; And feelings keen, and fancy's glow, They sleep with him who sleeps below...
Seite 275 - Twas nor fay nor ghost I met upon the moonlight wold, But living man of earthly mould. — 0 dotage blind and gross ! Had I but fought as wont, one thrust Had laid De Wilton in the dust, My path no more to cross. — How stand we now ? — he told his tale To Douglas ; and with some avail ; 1 His eldest son, the Master of Angus.
Seite 292 - the while,— 0 think of your immortal weal ! In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She died at Holy Isle.
Seite 297 - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.