The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Volume 3James Eastburn & Company, 1818 |
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... Sir David Lindesay of the Mount , Lord Lion King - at - arms ! VIII . Down from his horse did Marmion spring , Soon as he saw the Lion - king ; For well the stately Baron knew , To him such courtesy was due , Whom royal James himself ...
... Sir David Lindesay of the Mount , Lord Lion King - at - arms ! VIII . Down from his horse did Marmion spring , Soon as he saw the Lion - king ; For well the stately Baron knew , To him such courtesy was due , Whom royal James himself ...
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... SIR DAVID LINDESAY'S TALE . Of all the palaces so fair , Built for the royal dwelling , In Scotland , far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling ; And in its park , in jovial June , How sweet the merry linnet's tune , How blithe the ...
... SIR DAVID LINDESAY'S TALE . Of all the palaces so fair , Built for the royal dwelling , In Scotland , far beyond compare Linlithgow is excelling ; And in its park , in jovial June , How sweet the merry linnet's tune , How blithe the ...
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... Sir David of the mount ; Then , learned in story , ' gan recount Such chance had hap'd of old , When once , near Norham , there did fight A spectre fell , of fiendish might , In likeness of a Scottish knight , With Brian Bulmer bold ...
... Sir David of the mount ; Then , learned in story , ' gan recount Such chance had hap'd of old , When once , near Norham , there did fight A spectre fell , of fiendish might , In likeness of a Scottish knight , With Brian Bulmer bold ...
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... Sir David's hand , ― But nought , at length , in answer said ; And here their further converse staid , Each ordering that his band Should bowne them with the rising day , To Scotland's camp to take their way Such was the King's command ...
... Sir David's hand , ― But nought , at length , in answer said ; And here their further converse staid , Each ordering that his band Should bowne them with the rising day , To Scotland's camp to take their way Such was the King's command ...
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... Sir David de Lindsay , first Earl of Crauford , was , according to my authority , Bower , not only excelling in wisdom , but also of a lively wit . Chancing to be at the court of London , about 1390 , he there saw Sir Piers Courtenay ...
... Sir David de Lindsay , first Earl of Crauford , was , according to my authority , Bower , not only excelling in wisdom , but also of a lively wit . Chancing to be at the court of London , about 1390 , he there saw Sir Piers Courtenay ...
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Page 180 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 180 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 179 - 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.
Page 236 - 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.
Page 251 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Page 234 - 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.
Page 179 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword 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.
Page 152 - Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Page 254 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII. With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch, the gushing wound: The Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying!
Page 234 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!