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... sword.— See how the Christians rush to arms amain ! - In yonder shout the voice of conflict roared ; The shadowy hosts are closing on the plain- Now , God and Saint Iago strike , for the good cause of Spain ! XXI . 66 By heaven , the ...
... sword.— See how the Christians rush to arms amain ! - In yonder shout the voice of conflict roared ; The shadowy hosts are closing on the plain- Now , God and Saint Iago strike , for the good cause of Spain ! XXI . 66 By heaven , the ...
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... of old , Armed at all points , and prompt for knightly gest ; His sword was tempered in the Ebro cold , Morena's eagle - plume adorned his crest , The spoils of Afric's lion bound his breast . Fierce DON RODERICK . 45.
... of old , Armed at all points , and prompt for knightly gest ; His sword was tempered in the Ebro cold , Morena's eagle - plume adorned his crest , The spoils of Afric's lion bound his breast . Fierce DON RODERICK . 45.
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... Like gathering clouds , full many a foreign band , And HE , their Leader , wore in sheath his sword , And offered peaceful front and open hand ; 2 Veiling the perjured treachery he planned , By friendship's zeal DON RODERICK . 51.
... Like gathering clouds , full many a foreign band , And HE , their Leader , wore in sheath his sword , And offered peaceful front and open hand ; 2 Veiling the perjured treachery he planned , By friendship's zeal DON RODERICK . 51.
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... Chief maintain his word , Though Heaven hath heard the wailings of the land , Though Lusitania whet her vengeful sword , Though Britons arm , and WELLINGTON command ! 1 1 No ! grim Busaco's iron ridge shall stand An 72 CONCLUSION .
... Chief maintain his word , Though Heaven hath heard the wailings of the land , Though Lusitania whet her vengeful sword , Though Britons arm , and WELLINGTON command ! 1 1 No ! grim Busaco's iron ridge shall stand An 72 CONCLUSION .
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... sword and flame , Woman to infamy ; -no crime forgot , By which inventive dæmons might proclaim Immortal hate to Man , and scorn of God's great name ! VII . The rudest centinel , in Britain born , With horror paused to view the havoc ...
... sword and flame , Woman to infamy ; -no crime forgot , By which inventive dæmons might proclaim Immortal hate to Man , and scorn of God's great name ! VII . The rudest centinel , in Britain born , With horror paused to view the havoc ...
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ancient Arabs arms army bade band bard Barosa battle won beneath blaze blithe blood bold Bolero British burst castanet cavalry cave Christians Count Julian dark desperate Don Roderick dread Edition enemy Ettrick Ettrick forest fame fate fell fight flame Florinda's flung foes forest French Fuentes d'Honoro Galicia gallant Gothic Goths Græme Grenada harp hath heard heart heaven Hispania honour JAMES BALLANTYNE Kilsyth king ladies gay land legions light lords and ladies loved Massena mighty mingled minstrel minstrelsy Monarch's Moors mountain ne'er Norsemen Note o'er Oppas Orelia Patriot Pausayl Poem Portugal Prelate proud ranks Recisundo renowned roar ruins rung Saracens scene Scotland shew shout shriek siege slain Spain Spaniards Spanish squadrons stern strain sword tale Tarik Tecbir thine throne thunders Toledo tower tradition Tweed VALOUR verse victory VISION OF DON voice Waken lords wall WALTER SCOTT war-cry warrior wild Zaragoza
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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.