 | 1843 - 368 pàgines
...fought, To shrive the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And, as she stoop'd his brow to lave, " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, " Or injured Constance, bathes mv head ?" Then, as remembrance rose, " Speak not to me of shrift or prayer ! I must redress her woes.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1843 - 732 pàgines
...shriere the dying, hless me dead. xxxr. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, Andj as she stooped his hrow to lave — " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, " Or injured Constance, hathes my head !" Then, as rememhrance rose, — " Speak not to me of shrift or prayer 1 I must redress... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pàgines
...brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. Peep drank Lord Marm'ion much of their invectives, and her admirers somewhat...produced a uniform judgment with regard to her conduct. — 0 think of your immortal weal ! In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She died at Holy Isle.' Lord... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 pàgines
...brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And as she stooped his brow to lave —...listen, gentle Clare ! " "Alas !" she said, " the while, — O think of your immortal weal ! In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She died at Holy Isle." —... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pàgines
...brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrieve the dying, bless the dead. Deep drauk Lord Marmion with other years, till man shall learn Vainly his...Poor child of Doubt and Death, whose hope is built враге ; Forgive and listen, gentle Clare !' 'Alas !' she said, 'the while— 0 think of your immortal... | |
 | George Willson - 1844 - 300 pàgines
...brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrive the dying, bless the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave, And, as she stooped his brow to lave...Clare," he said, "Or injured Constance, bathes my head1? I would the Fiend, to whom belongs The vengeance due to all her wrongs, 10 Would spare me but... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 pàgines
...brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To shrive the dying, bless the dead.,, Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave,' And, as she stooped his brow to lave...Clare," he said, " Or injured Constance, bathes my head? I would the Fiend, to whom belongs The vengeance due to all her wrongs, Would spare me but a day !... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1848 - 772 pàgines
...shrieve the dying, bless the dead. XXXI. • Deep drank Lord Marraion of the wave, And, as she stoop'd his brow to lave — " Is it the hand of Clare," he...remembrance rose, — " Speak not to me of shrift or prayer ! 1 must redress her woes. Short space, few words, are mine to spare ; Forgive and listen, gentle Clare!"... | |
 | Georges Hardinge Champion - 1849 - 548 pàgines
...thé dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion of thé wave, And as she stoop'd his brow to lave — ' Is il thé hand of Clare, ' he said, ' Or injured Constance, bathes my head? ' ' Then, as remembrance rosé, — ' Speak not to me of shrift or prayer! I must redress her woes. Short space, few words are... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 pàgines
...brought To dubious verge of battle fought, To abriere the dying, blese the dead. Deep drank Lord Marmion e alone ehe hears, Sees but the dying man. She band of Clare,' be «aid, ' Or injured Constance, bathes my head?' Then, as remembrance rose — '... | |
| |
Or injured Constance, bathes my head !" Then, as remembrance rose, — " Speak not to me of shrift or prayer ! I must redress her woes. Short space, few words, are mine to spare ; Forgive and listen, gentle Clare !" — " Alas !" she said, " the while,—... 
