Scott's Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field, in Six Cantos |
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SCOTTS MARMION A TALE OF FLODD Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832,Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832 Ed,Harry Evan 1868- Ed Coblentz Không có bản xem trước - 2016 |
SCOTTS MARMION A TALE OF FLODD Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832,Harry Evan 1868- Ed Coblentz Không có bản xem trước - 2016 |
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adjective ancient appears arms band battle Border called CANTO castle Clare close cross dark death deep derived described Douglas England English expression face fair fear feelings fell field fight Flodden give given grave hall hand head hear heard heart heaven hill holy horse hour instance James King knight Lady land less light living look Lord Marmion means mountain naturally never noun o'er object original passage passing peace person plain poem poet referred represented rest ride round royal Saint scarce scene Scotch Scotland Scott Scottish seems sense shield side song sound speak strain supposed sword tale tell thou thought tide told took tower verb VIII walls wild Wilton wish
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Trang 170 - I tell thee thou'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!
Trang 218 - My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are...
Trang 127 - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Trang 247 - Have we not seen, at Pleasure's lordly call, The smiling, long-frequented village fall ? Beheld the duteous son, the sire decay'd, The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Forced from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main — Where wild Oswego* spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound...
Trang 305 - The neck that made that white robe wan, Her stately neck, and arms were bare; Her blue-veined feet unsandal'd were, And wildly glittered here and there The gems entangled in her hair.
Trang 222 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Trang 171 - At first in heart it liked me ill, .When the king praised his clerkly skill. Thanks to Saint Bothan, son of mine, Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line: So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. — Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried ; " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride : I warrant him a warrior tried.
Trang 62 - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While...
Trang 184 - 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...
Trang 169 - Douglas' head ! 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...