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... wild cascade , And , foaming brown with double speed , Hurries its waters to the Tweed . No longer Autumn's glowing red Upon our Forest hills is shed ; No more , beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam ; Away ...
... wild cascade , And , foaming brown with double speed , Hurries its waters to the Tweed . No longer Autumn's glowing red Upon our Forest hills is shed ; No more , beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam ; Away ...
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... wild mood full conquest gained , The pride , he would not crush , restrained , Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause , And brought the freeman's arm to aid the free- man's laws . Hadst thou but lived , though stripped of power , A ...
... wild mood full conquest gained , The pride , he would not crush , restrained , Showed their fierce zeal a worthier cause , And brought the freeman's arm to aid the free- man's laws . Hadst thou but lived , though stripped of power , A ...
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... wild , The gambols of each frolic child , Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters rushing on . Prompt on unequal tasks to run , Thus nature disciplines her son : Meeter , she says , for me to stray , And waste the ...
... wild , The gambols of each frolic child , Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters rushing on . Prompt on unequal tasks to run , Thus nature disciplines her son : Meeter , she says , for me to stray , And waste the ...
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... wild falcon soar her swing , She'll stoop when she has tired her wing . ” — XVIII . " Nay if with Royal James's bride The lovely Lady Heron bide , Behold me here a messenger Your tender greetings prompt to bear ; For to the Scottish ...
... wild falcon soar her swing , She'll stoop when she has tired her wing . ” — XVIII . " Nay if with Royal James's bride The lovely Lady Heron bide , Behold me here a messenger Your tender greetings prompt to bear ; For to the Scottish ...
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... wild : Poor wretch ! the mother that him bare , If she had been in presence there , In his wan face , and sun - burned hair , She had not known her child . Danger , long travel , want , or woe , Soon change the form that best we know ...
... wild : Poor wretch ! the mother that him bare , If she had been in presence there , In his wan face , and sun - burned hair , She had not known her child . Danger , long travel , want , or woe , Soon change the form that best we know ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms array band banner battle battle of Flodden beneath blast bold Border Bothwell called castle chapel Clare cross curious Cuthbert dame dark death deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar England English Ettrick Forest Eustace fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head heard heart heaven Hilda hill Holy Island honour horse host James IV King's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarne look Lord Marmion loud maid minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland nought o'er Palmer passed Perchance plain pray rock round royal rude Saint Hilda's scarce Scotland Scottish shield shrine Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire steed stone stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide toil tower Twas Tweed Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Page 31 - He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the 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 4 - Looked up the noblest of the land, Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone.
Page 46 - 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 46 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And — STANLEY ! was the cry; — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye : With dying hand, above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory! — Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!
Page 31 - 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.
Page 31 - 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 45 - 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 46 - 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 31 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 18 - There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap O'er the false-hearted; His warm blood the wolf shall lap, Ere life be parted. Shame and dishonour sit By his grave ever ; Blessing shall hallow it, — Never, O never ! CHORUS.