The vision of don Roderick; a poem. (Royal copy). |
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... seen beneath the hawthorn hoar , Or round the marge of Minchmore's haunted spring ; Save where their legends grey - hair'd shepherds sing , That now scarce win a listening ear but thine , Of feuds obscure , and border ravaging , And ...
... seen beneath the hawthorn hoar , Or round the marge of Minchmore's haunted spring ; Save where their legends grey - hair'd shepherds sing , That now scarce win a listening ear but thine , Of feuds obscure , and border ravaging , And ...
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... seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side , Have seen , yet dauntless stood - ' gainst fortune fought and died . XII . " And cherished still by that unchanging race , Are themes for minstrelsy more high than thine , Of strange tradition ...
... seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side , Have seen , yet dauntless stood - ' gainst fortune fought and died . XII . " And cherished still by that unchanging race , Are themes for minstrelsy more high than thine , Of strange tradition ...
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... seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side , Have seen , yet dauntless stood - ' gainst fortune fought and died . XII . " And cherished still by that unchanging race , Are themes for minstrelsy more high than thine , Of strange tradition ...
... seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side , Have seen , yet dauntless stood - ' gainst fortune fought and died . XII . " And cherished still by that unchanging race , Are themes for minstrelsy more high than thine , Of strange tradition ...
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... seen , Which glimmer'd back , against the moon's fair lamp , Tissues of silk and silver twisted sheen , And standards proudly pitch'd , and warders armed between . III . But of their Monarch's person keeping ward , Since last the deep ...
... seen , Which glimmer'd back , against the moon's fair lamp , Tissues of silk and silver twisted sheen , And standards proudly pitch'd , and warders armed between . III . But of their Monarch's person keeping ward , Since last the deep ...
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... seen , when conscience shook , Fear tame a monarch's brow , remorse a warrior's look . VII . The old man's faded cheek waxed yet more pale , As many a secret sad the king bewray'd ; And sign and glance eked out the unfinished tale ...
... seen , when conscience shook , Fear tame a monarch's brow , remorse a warrior's look . VII . The old man's faded cheek waxed yet more pale , As many a secret sad the king bewray'd ; And sign and glance eked out the unfinished tale ...
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Page 149 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away ; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd ; You shall see him brought to bay ; Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Page 150 - You shall see him brought to bay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay." Louder, louder chant the lay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay;" Tell them, youth and mirth and glee Run a course as well as we. Time, stern huntsman, who can baulk, Staunch as hound, and fleet as hawk? Think of this, and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay.
Page 141 - O LOVERS' eyes are sharp to see, And lovers' ears in hearing; And love, in life's extremity, Can lend an hour of cheering. Disease had been in Mary's bower, And slow decay from mourning, Though now she sits on Neidpath's tower, To watch her love's returning. All sunk and dim her eyes so bright, \ Her form decay'd by pining, Till through her wasted hand, at night.
Page 121 - They shall run to and fro in the city, they shall run upon the wall, they shall climb up upon the houses, they shall enter in at the windows like a thief.
Page 121 - They shall run like mighty men, they shall climb the wall like men of war, and they shall march every one on his ways, and they shall not break their ranks ; neither shall one thrust another, they shall walk every one in his path : and when they fall upon the sword, they shall not be wounded.
Page 120 - Like the noise of chariots on the tops of mountains shall they leap, like the noise of a flame of fire that devoureth the stubble, as a strong people set in battle array.
Page 120 - Lord cometh, for it is nigh at hand ; a day of darkness and of gloominess, a day of clouds and of thick darkness, as the morning spread upon the mountains : a great people and a strong; there hath not been ever the like, neither shall be any more after it, even to the years of many generations.
Page 148 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day; All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse and hunting-spear Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Page 142 - You saw the taper shining ; By fits, a sultry hectic hue Across her cheek was flying ; By fits, so ashy pale she grew, Her maidens thought her dying. Yet keenest powers to see and hear...
Page 152 - ... violet in her green-wood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, May boast itself the fairest flower In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. Though fair her gems of azure hue, Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining; I've seen an eye of lovelier blue, More sweet through wat'ry lustre shining.