The Poetical WorksFrowde, 1909 - 970 páginas |
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... glance they often cast , As deeper moans the gathering blast . My imps , though hardy , bold , and wild , As best befits the mountain child , Feel the sad influence of the hour , And wail the daisy's vanished flower ; Their summer ...
... glance they often cast , As deeper moans the gathering blast . My imps , though hardy , bold , and wild , As best befits the mountain child , Feel the sad influence of the hour , And wail the daisy's vanished flower ; Their summer ...
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... glance had been ; Whose doom discording neighbours sought , Content with equity unbought ; To him the venerable Priest , Our frequent and familiar guest , Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint ; Alas ...
... glance had been ; Whose doom discording neighbours sought , Content with equity unbought ; To him the venerable Priest , Our frequent and familiar guest , Whose life and manners well could paint Alike the student and the saint ; Alas ...
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... glance , The Palmer's visage fell . VI . By fits less frequent from the crowd Was heard the burst of laughter loud ; For still , as squire and archer star'd On that dark face and matted beard , Their glee and game declin'd . All gaz'd ...
... glance , The Palmer's visage fell . VI . By fits less frequent from the crowd Was heard the burst of laughter loud ; For still , as squire and archer star'd On that dark face and matted beard , Their glee and game declin'd . All gaz'd ...
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... glance , and flush'd his brow : For either in the tone , Or something in the Palmer's look , So full upon his conscience strook , That answer he found none . Thus oft it haps , that when within They shrink 118 [ Canto Marmion .
... glance , and flush'd his brow : For either in the tone , Or something in the Palmer's look , So full upon his conscience strook , That answer he found none . Thus oft it haps , that when within They shrink 118 [ Canto Marmion .
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... glance , And razed the skin - a puny wound . The King , light leaping to the ground , With naked blade his phantom foe Compell'd the future war to show . Of Largs he saw the glorious plain , Where still gigantic bones remain , Memorial ...
... glance , And razed the skin - a puny wound . The King , light leaping to the ground , With naked blade his phantom foe Compell'd the future war to show . Of Largs he saw the glorious plain , Where still gigantic bones remain , Memorial ...
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Página 39 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Página 142 - 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.
Página 143 - 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 !
Página 142 - O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" "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 160 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Página 143 - 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,
Página 143 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 142 - Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) 'O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...
Página 768 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. " 'Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' * * * " 'Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' 'The gray-headed sexton That delves the grave duly.' * * * "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Página 31 - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.