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... brows , like rain . It was by dint of passing strength , That he moved the massy stone at length . I would you had been there , to see How the light broke forth so ... brow'd Warrior's mail , And II E 19 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . . ]
... brows , like rain . It was by dint of passing strength , That he moved the massy stone at length . I would you had been there , to see How the light broke forth so ... brow'd Warrior's mail , And II E 19 THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . . ]
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... brow'd , Of silver brooch and bracelet proud , Laughed to her friends among the crowd . He was of stature passing tall , But sparely formed , and lean withal ; A batter'd morion on his brow ; A leather jack , as fence enow , On his ...
... brow'd , Of silver brooch and bracelet proud , Laughed to her friends among the crowd . He was of stature passing tall , But sparely formed , and lean withal ; A batter'd morion on his brow ; A leather jack , as fence enow , On his ...
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... brow on brow was bent ; * A martial piece of music , adapted to the bagpipes . But yet not long the strife - for , lo 38 [ CAN THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... brow on brow was bent ; * A martial piece of music , adapted to the bagpipes . But yet not long the strife - for , lo 38 [ CAN THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... brow , and russet bare Are now the sister - heights of Yair . The sheep , before the pinching heaven , To shelter'd dale and down are driven , Where yet some faded herbage pines , And yet a watery sunbeam shines : In meek despondency ...
... brow , and russet bare Are now the sister - heights of Yair . The sheep , before the pinching heaven , To shelter'd dale and down are driven , Where yet some faded herbage pines , And yet a watery sunbeam shines : In meek despondency ...
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... brow grew stern . XV . The Captain mark'd his alter'd look , And gave a squire the sign ; A mighty wassel - bowl he took , And crown'd it high with wine . " Now pledge me here , Lord Marmion : But first I pray thee fair , Where hast ...
... brow grew stern . XV . The Captain mark'd his alter'd look , And gave a squire the sign ; A mighty wassel - bowl he took , And crown'd it high with wine . " Now pledge me here , Lord Marmion : But first I pray thee fair , Where hast ...
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Page 103 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace, While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 42 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, 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 concentered all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Page 123 - 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...
Page 47 - O listen, listen, ladies gay ! No haughty feat of arms I tell ; Soft is the note, and sad the lay, That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. — " Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew ! And, gentle ladye, deign to stay ! Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch, Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day. " The blackening wave is edged with white : To inch* and rock the sea-mews fly; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh. "Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed...
Page 118 - 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 104 - 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?
Page 38 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind. In body and in soul can bind.
Page 103 - 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.
Page 58 - O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem 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 wilt thou find their like agen...
Page 47 - There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold — But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle 1 And each St. Clair was buried there, With candle, with book and with knell; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.