Poetical Works, Volume 1Macmillan, 1867 - 559 pages |
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... Saint Cloud . Song . for the Anniversary Meeting of The Dance of Death the Pitt Club of Scotland . Romance of Dunois The Troubadour Pharos Loquitur . Song on lifting Banner Mr. Kemble's Farewell Address Lullaby of an Infant Chief ...
... Saint Cloud . Song . for the Anniversary Meeting of The Dance of Death the Pitt Club of Scotland . Romance of Dunois The Troubadour Pharos Loquitur . Song on lifting Banner Mr. Kemble's Farewell Address Lullaby of an Infant Chief ...
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... Saint Cloud . 450 Song , for the Anniversary Meeting of The Dance of Death the Pitt Club of Scotland . Romance of Dunois 451 The Troubadour Pharos Loquitur Song on lifting Banner Mr. Kemble's Farewell Address 453 Lullaby of an Infant ...
... Saint Cloud . 450 Song , for the Anniversary Meeting of The Dance of Death the Pitt Club of Scotland . Romance of Dunois 451 The Troubadour Pharos Loquitur Song on lifting Banner Mr. Kemble's Farewell Address 453 Lullaby of an Infant ...
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... saint , Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst , his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished , And trampled the Apostate's pride . The moonbeam kiss'd the holy pane , And threw on the pavement a bloody stain . XII ...
... saint , Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst , his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished , And trampled the Apostate's pride . The moonbeam kiss'd the holy pane , And threw on the pavement a bloody stain . XII ...
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... saints above ; For love is heaven , and heaven is love . III . grove , So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While ... saint , nor ladye , call'd to aid ; But he stoop'd his head , and couch'd his spear , And spurr'd his steed to full ...
... saints above ; For love is heaven , and heaven is love . III . grove , So thought Lord Cranstoun , as I ween , While ... saint , nor ladye , call'd to aid ; But he stoop'd his head , and couch'd his spear , And spurr'd his steed to full ...
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... saint was laid , Were breathing heavenly melody ; So sweet did harp and voice combine , To praise the name of Geraldine . XV . Fitztraver ! O what tongue may say The pangs thy faithful bosom knew , When Surrey , of the deathless lay ...
... saint was laid , Were breathing heavenly melody ; So sweet did harp and voice combine , To praise the name of Geraldine . XV . Fitztraver ! O what tongue may say The pangs thy faithful bosom knew , When Surrey , of the deathless lay ...
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Page 24 - 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...
Page 85 - 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 85 - ... young Lochinvar. 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 match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 85 - 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 40 - 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 138 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Page 94 - Scrubb'd till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn, By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high.
Page 100 - And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword), I tell thee thou'rt defied!
Page 156 - Bold Saxon ! to his promise just, Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust. This murderous Chief, this ruthless man, This head of a rebellious clan, Hath led thee safe through watch and ward, Far past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard. Now, man to man, and steel to steel, A Chieftain's vengeance thou shall feel. See, here, all vantageless I stand, : Armed, like thyself, with single brand; For this is Coilantogle ford, And thou must keep thee with thy sword.
Page 469 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa