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Pàgina 207 - I long wooed 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...
Pàgina 270 - 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!
Pàgina 207 - 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.
Pàgina 269 - But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: — "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open at my sovereign's will To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone — The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Pàgina 103 - So, cast and mingled with his very frame. The mind's disease, its ruling passion came; Each vital humour which should feed the whole, Soon flows to this, in body and in soul: Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head, As the mind opens, and its functions spread, Imagination plies her dangerous art, And pours it all upon the peccant part.
Pàgina 291 - 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...
Pàgina 7 - For talents mourn, untimely lost, When best employed and wanted most; Mourn genius high, and lore profound, And wit that loved to play, not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine, To penetrate, resolve, combine ; And feelings keen, and fancy's glow, They sleep with him who sleeps below...
Pàgina 275 - Twas nor fay nor ghost I met upon the moonlight wold, But living man of earthly mould. — 0 dotage blind and gross ! Had I but fought as wont, one thrust Had laid De Wilton in the dust, My path no more to cross. — How stand we now ? — he told his tale To Douglas ; and with some avail ; 1 His eldest son, the Master of Angus.
Pàgina 292 - the while,— 0 think of your immortal weal ! In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She died at Holy Isle.
Pàgina 297 - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.

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