Tales of Wonder;, 第 1 卷W. Bulmer and Company, 1801 |
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... Lord Ronald's Coronach 122 XXI . The Eve of Saint John 137 XXII . Frederick and Alice 148 XXIII . The Wild Huntsmen 153 XXIV . The Old Woman of Berkeley 164 XXV . Bishop Bruno 175 CONTENTS . No. page . XXVI . Lord William 179.
... Lord Ronald's Coronach 122 XXI . The Eve of Saint John 137 XXII . Frederick and Alice 148 XXIII . The Wild Huntsmen 153 XXIV . The Old Woman of Berkeley 164 XXV . Bishop Bruno 175 CONTENTS . No. page . XXVI . Lord William 179.
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... LORD Ronald was handsome , Lord Ronald was young ; green wood he traversed , and gaily he sung ; His bosom was light , and he spurr'd on amain , When lo ! a fair lass caught his steed by the rein . She caught by the rein , and she sank ...
... LORD Ronald was handsome , Lord Ronald was young ; green wood he traversed , and gaily he sung ; His bosom was light , and he spurr'd on amain , When lo ! a fair lass caught his steed by the rein . She caught by the rein , and she sank ...
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... Lord Ronald was handsome , Lord Ronald was young , And soon on his bosom sweet Ellinor hung ; And soon to St. Christopher's chapel they ride , And soon does Lord Ronald call Ellen his bride . Days , weeks , and months fly . " Ding - a ...
... Lord Ronald was handsome , Lord Ronald was young , And soon on his bosom sweet Ellinor hung ; And soon to St. Christopher's chapel they ride , And soon does Lord Ronald call Ellen his bride . Days , weeks , and months fly . " Ding - a ...
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... Lord Ronald to - day . But see'st thou yon herald so swift hither bend ? Lord Ronald is summon'd his king to defend : And see'st thou the tears of sweet Ellinor flow ? Lord Ronald has left her to combat the foe . - Where slumber her ...
... Lord Ronald to - day . But see'st thou yon herald so swift hither bend ? Lord Ronald is summon'd his king to defend : And see'st thou the tears of sweet Ellinor flow ? Lord Ronald has left her to combat the foe . - Where slumber her ...
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... Lord Ronald ; but soon for his grief , He found in the arms of sweet Ellen relief : Her kisses could peace to his bosom restore , And the more he beheld her , he loved her the more ; Till it chanced , that one night , when the tempest ...
... Lord Ronald ; but soon for his grief , He found in the arms of sweet Ellen relief : Her kisses could peace to his bosom restore , And the more he beheld her , he loved her the more ; Till it chanced , that one night , when the tempest ...
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ANGANTYR Beelzebub behold bell beneath Bishop Bruno Blantyre blast bless'd blood blood-hound blue bold bosom brave breast bride bright Carloman castle cheek cold Coldinghame Count Albert courser cried cursed dæmons damsel dance dark daughter dead Donica door dread eyes fair fair Janet fair lady father fear feast fell Fiend flame gay gold ring gazed glaive Glenfinlas Glengyle grave grew Grim White Woman hair hand Hark hast hear heard heart Hela Hervor hound Imogine lady light limbs Little Grey look'd Lord Ronald Lord William loud M. G. LEWIS maiden Mary-Ann midnight monk ne'er night o'er Odin Osric Painter pale press'd priests reach'd ROBERT SOUTHEY roll'd Romilda rose round Rudiger Sally Green seem'd shriek'd shrieks Sir Oluf soon steed stood stream sweet swift sword tears thee Thomas Heywood thou trembling turn'd Twas Tyrfing voice WALTER SCOTT warrior wave wild Wildgrave wind young
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第142页 - Though the bloodhound be mute, and the rush beneath my foot, And the warder his bugle should not blow, Yet there sleepeth a priest in the chamber to the east, And my footstep he would know.
第138页 - gainst the English yew To lift the Scottish spear. Yet his plate-jack * was braced, and his helmet was laced, And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore; At his saddle-gerthe was a good steel sperthe, Full ten pound weight and more. The Baron returned in three days...
第154页 - But still the Wildgrave onward rides ; Halloo, halloo, and hark again ! When, spurring from opposing sides, Two stranger horsemen join the train. Who was each stranger, left and right, Well may I guess, but dare not tell: The right-hand steed was silver white, The left, the swarthy hue of hell.
第22页 - Offensive to love and to me ; For, if you be living, or if you be dead, I swear by the Virgin that none in your stead Shall husband of Imogine be.
第146页 - Alas! away, away!' she cried, ' For the holy Virgin's sake ! '— ' Lady, I know who sleeps by thy side ; But, lady, he will not awake. 'By Eildon-tree, for long nights three, In bloody grave have I lain ; The mass and the death-prayer are said for me, But lady, they are said in vain. ' By the Baron's brand, near Tweed's fair strand, Most foully slain I fell ; And my restless sprite on the beacon's height For a space is doomed to dwell.
第180页 - Roll'd through the fertile plain. And often the wayfaring man Would love to linger there. Forgetful of his onward road, To gaze on scenes so fair. But never could Lord William dare To gaze on Severn's stream; In every wind that swept its waves He heard young Edmund scream.
第179页 - No eye beheld when William plunged Young Edmund in the stream, No human ear but William's heard Young Edmund's drowning scream. Submissive all the vassals own'd The murderer for their lord, And he, the rightful heir, possessed The house of Erlingford.
第156页 - And, launching forward with a bound, " Who, for thy drowsy priestlike rede, Would leave the jovial horn and hound ? " Hence, if our manly sport offend ! With pious fools go chant and pray : — Well hast thou spoke, my dark-brow'd friend ; Halloo, halloo ! and, hark away!
第144页 - And that lady bright, she called the knight, Sir Richard of Coldinghame.' The bold Baron's brow then changed, I trow, From high blood-red to pale — ' The grave is deep and dark— and the corpse is stiff and stark — So I may not trust thy tale. 'Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain, Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain.
第147页 - And for evermore that lady wore A covering on her wrist. There is a Nun " in Dryburgh bower, Ne'er looks upon the sun : There is a Monk in Melrose tower. He speaketh word to none. That Nun, who ne'er beholds the day, That Monk, who speaks to none — That Nun was Smaylho'me's Lady gay, That Monk the bold Baron.