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... turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's tide , But what it is , she cannot tell . The lovely lady , Chris- stabel ! It moaned as near , as near can be , 1 ) Staake , pag . 32 . That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it 18.
... turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's tide , But what it is , she cannot tell . The lovely lady , Chris- stabel ! It moaned as near , as near can be , 1 ) Staake , pag . 32 . That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it 18.
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... turrets round , Loud whoops the startled owl . >> Sir Leoline , the Baron rich , Hath a toothless mastiff bitch ; She maketh answer to the clock , Sixteen short howls , not over loud ; In the hall , both squire and knight Swore that a ...
... turrets round , Loud whoops the startled owl . >> Sir Leoline , the Baron rich , Hath a toothless mastiff bitch ; She maketh answer to the clock , Sixteen short howls , not over loud ; In the hall , both squire and knight Swore that a ...
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... turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviots tide , That chafes against the Scaur's red side ? Is it the wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be the heavy sound That moans old Brank- some's turrets round ...
... turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviots tide , That chafes against the Scaur's red side ? Is it the wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be the heavy sound That moans old Brank- some's turrets round ...
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... turret sitting lone , She waked at times the lute's soft tone ; Touch'd a wild note , and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorn green . << Myst . of U. III 322 . One evening , having wandered with her lute to this her favourite ...
... turret sitting lone , She waked at times the lute's soft tone ; Touch'd a wild note , and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorn green . << Myst . of U. III 322 . One evening , having wandered with her lute to this her favourite ...
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... turret that that overhung Her latticed bower , the strain was sung . << In Mysteries of Udolpho Emily , absorbed in reveries of her home far away , learns by a song of her beloved Valancourt that he as a prisoner is near her . Often we ...
... turret that that overhung Her latticed bower , the strain was sung . << In Mysteries of Udolpho Emily , absorbed in reveries of her home far away , learns by a song of her beloved Valancourt that he as a prisoner is near her . Often we ...
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Page 30 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Page 48 - gainst the sun his armour bright Gleam'd ruddy like the beacon's light. XIII. Paled in by many a lofty hill, The narrow dale lay smooth and still, And, down its verdant bosom led, A winding brooklet found its bed. But, midmost of the vale, a mound Arose, with airy turrets crown'd, Buttress and rampire's circling bound, And mighty keep and tower; Seem'd some primeval giant's hand The castle's massive walls had plann'd, A ponderous bulwark to withstand Ambitious Nimrod's power.
Page 49 - From the parts she saw, she judged of the heavy strength and extent of the whole. The gateway before her, leading into the courts, was of gigantic size, and was defended by two round towers crowned by overhanging turrets embattled, where, instead of banners, now waved long grass and wild plants that had taken root among the mouldering stones, and which seemed to sigh, as the breeze rolled past, over the desolation around them.
Page 61 - So free from danger, free from fear, They crossed the court: right glad they were. And Christabel devoutly cried To the lady by her side, Praise we the Virgin all divine Who hath rescued thee from thy distress ! Alas, alas ! said Geraldine, I cannot speak for weariness.
Page 51 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Page 32 - The darkened roof rose high aloof On pillars, lofty, and light, and small : The key-stone, that...
Page 29 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Page 59 - The ingenious Comte de La Motte Fouque composed, in German, one of the most successful productions of his fertile brain* where a beautiful and even afflicting effect is produced by the introduction of a waternymph, who loses the privilege of immortality by consenting to become accessible to human feelings, and uniting her lot with that of a mortal, who treats her with ingratitude. In imitation of an example so successful, the JVTiite Lady of Avenel was introduced into the following sheets.
Page 55 - Were you not struck with the fantastical coincidence of our nocturnal disturbances at Abbotsford with the melancholy event that followed ? I protest to you, the noise resembled half-a-dozen men hard at work putting up boards and furniture, and nothing can be more certain than that there was nobody on the premises at the time.
Page 28 - Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected...