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... sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . The Ladye knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he called on the Spirit of the Fell.12 River Spirit . " Tears of an imprisoned maiden Mix with my polluted stream ...
... sound , That moans the mossy turrets round . The Ladye knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he called on the Spirit of the Fell.12 River Spirit . " Tears of an imprisoned maiden Mix with my polluted stream ...
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... sound , upon the fitful gale , In solemn wise did rise and fail , 29 Like that wild harp whose magic tone 30 Is wakened by the winds alone . But when Melrose he reached , ' twas silence all ; He meetly stabled his steed in stall , And ...
... sound , upon the fitful gale , In solemn wise did rise and fail , 29 Like that wild harp whose magic tone 30 Is wakened by the winds alone . But when Melrose he reached , ' twas silence all ; He meetly stabled his steed in stall , And ...
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... sound their warrison , 23 And storm and spoil thy garrison : And this fair boy , to London led , Shall good King Edward's page be bred . " He ceased and loud the boy did cry , And stretched his little arms on high ; Implored for aid ...
... sound their warrison , 23 And storm and spoil thy garrison : And this fair boy , to London led , Shall good King Edward's page be bred . " He ceased and loud the boy did cry , And stretched his little arms on high ; Implored for aid ...
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... her turret stair ! But he runs small risk , for his page , by his potent spell , has transformed him to a Knight of Hermitage . The lists being now prepared , the bugles sound a 18 [ Canto V. THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... her turret stair ! But he runs small risk , for his page , by his potent spell , has transformed him to a Knight of Hermitage . The lists being now prepared , the bugles sound a 18 [ Canto V. THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... sound a warning blast , and hundreds of eager warriors surround the enclosure . The Ladye of Branksome and her daughter ride forth to grace with their presence a combat in which they have so deep an interest . The young Buccleuch , the ...
... sound a warning blast , and hundreds of eager warriors surround the enclosure . The Ladye of Branksome and her daughter ride forth to grace with their presence a combat in which they have so deep an interest . The young Buccleuch , the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abbess absolute phrase adjective adverb Argentine arms ballad band banner battle beneath blood bold Border brand Branksome Branksome Hall brave bride brow Bruce called Canto Castle Chieftain clan Clare clause Conditional mood Cranstoun Cross dark dative Deloraine Douglas Earl Edward Edward Bruce Ellen English fair falchion falcon crest father fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Fitz-James Flodden gallant glance grace Græme hall hand hath heart Highland hill host Isles James King knight Knight of Ellerslie Lady Ladye Lake lance land light Loch Achray Loch Katrine Lord Marmion loud minstrel monk mood morning mountain ne'er Nigel Bruce noble Note noun o'er Palmer poem Roderick Dhu Ronald Saint Scene Scotland Scott Scottish Shakespeare sought spear speed squire steed stood strife subjunctive mood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower train transitive verb verb wandering warriors wild Wilton wind word
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Página 70 - 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. So boldly he...
Página 70 - I long woo'd 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.
Página 89 - 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...
Página 157 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Página 140 - Who ill deserved my courteous' care, And whose best boast is but to wear A braid of his fair lady's hair.' 'I thank thee, Roderick, for the word! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell! and, ruth, begone!
Página 88 - Tell him his squadrons up to bring. Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie : Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His lifeblood 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.
Página 25 - O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires!
Página 85 - King James did rushing come. Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. They close in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway and with lance's thrust; And such a yell was there Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth And fiends in upper air; O life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
Página 89 - Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents from his wounded side. " Then it was truth," he said—" I knew That the dark presage must be true.
Página 79 - 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.