Marmion |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 53 筆
第 13 頁
... heard the fated thunder's sound , Till burst the bolt on yonder shore , Roll'd , blazed , destroy'd , —and was no more . Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth , Who bade the conqueror go forth , And launch'd that thunderbolt of war On ...
... heard the fated thunder's sound , Till burst the bolt on yonder shore , Roll'd , blazed , destroy'd , —and was no more . Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth , Who bade the conqueror go forth , And launch'd that thunderbolt of war On ...
第 19 頁
... rise ; Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse ; Then , O , how impotent and vain This grateful tributary strain ! Though not unmark'd from northern clime , Ye heard the TO CANTO FIRST . 19.
... rise ; Not even your Britain's groans can pierce The leaden silence of your hearse ; Then , O , how impotent and vain This grateful tributary strain ! Though not unmark'd from northern clime , Ye heard the TO CANTO FIRST . 19.
第 20 頁
... heard the Border Minstrel's rhyme : His Gothic harp has o'er you rung ; The Bard you deign'd to praise , your deathless names has sung . Stay yet , illusion , stay a while , My wilder'd fancy still beguile ! From this high theme how can ...
... heard the Border Minstrel's rhyme : His Gothic harp has o'er you rung ; The Bard you deign'd to praise , your deathless names has sung . Stay yet , illusion , stay a while , My wilder'd fancy still beguile ! From this high theme how can ...
第 26 頁
... heard again Renew'd such legendary strain ; For thou hast sung , how He of Gaul , That Amadis so famed in hall , For Oriana , foil'd in fight The Necromancer's felon might ; And well in modern verse hast wove Partenopex's mystic love ...
... heard again Renew'd such legendary strain ; For thou hast sung , how He of Gaul , That Amadis so famed in hall , For Oriana , foil'd in fight The Necromancer's felon might ; And well in modern verse hast wove Partenopex's mystic love ...
第 37 頁
... heard . X. The guards their morrice - pikes advanced , The trumpets flourish'd brave , The cannon from the ramparts glanced , And thundering welcome gave . A blithe salute , in martial sort , The minstrels well might sound , For , as ...
... heard . X. The guards their morrice - pikes advanced , The trumpets flourish'd brave , The cannon from the ramparts glanced , And thundering welcome gave . A blithe salute , in martial sort , The minstrels well might sound , For , as ...
常見字詞
Abbess ancient Angus arms band banner battle beneath blast Blount bold Border Bothwell brand called CANTO castle chapel Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest Eustace fair falcon fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hilda hill holy Holy Island horse host James IV King James King's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lindisfarne look Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance plain rest round royal rude Saint Saint George scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir David Sir Launcelot spear squire St Cuthbert steed stood sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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第 265 頁 - Among bridesmen and kinsmen, and brothers and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), " O, come ye in peace here or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...
第 264 頁 - 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.
第 267 頁 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
第 371 頁 - 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!
第 343 頁 - twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the 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...
第 375 頁 - 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.
第 225 頁 - 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...
第 18 頁 - With more than mortal powers endow'd, How high they soar'd above the crowd ! Theirs was no common party race, Jostling by dark intrigue for place; Like fabled Gods, their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its jar; Beneath each banner proud to stand, Look'd up the noblest of the land, Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone.
第 226 頁 - Fitz-Eustace' heart felt closely pent ; As if to give his rapture vent. The spur he to his charger lent, And raised his bridle hand, And making demi-volte in air, | Cried, " Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land ! " The Lindesay smiled his joy to see ; Nor Marmion's frown repress'd his glee.
第 370 頁 - She filled the helm, and back she hied, And with surprise and joy espied A Monk supporting Marmion's head : A pious man, whom duty 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 — " Is it the hand of Clare," he said, " Or injured Constance, bathes my head?