The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, כרך 11Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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עמוד 251 - Not lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lake's level brim : And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. " Horse ! horse !" the Douglas cried, " and chase !" But soon he reined his fury's pace : " A royari|iessenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.
עמוד 261 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swell'd the gale, And — STANLEY! was the cry ; — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye : With dying hand, above his head, He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on !" Were the last words of Marmion.
עמוד 250 - 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, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon...
עמוד 250 - 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, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword), I tell thee thou'rt defied!
עמוד 260 - 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 — O think of your immortal weal! In vain for Constance is your zeal; She died at Holy Isle.
עמוד 259 - 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.
עמוד 259 - Is there none, Of all my halls have nursed, Page, squire, or groom, one cup to bring Of blessed water from the spring, To slake my dying thirst ! " — 0, 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...
עמוד 147 - You that executors be made. And overseers eke Of children that be fatherless, And infants mild and meek ; Take you example by this thing. And yield to each his right, Lest God with such like miserye Your wicked minds requite.
עמוד 257 - Scotland's fight. Then fell that spotless banner white, The Howard's lion fell; Yet still Lord Marmion's falcon flew With wavering flight, while fiercer grew Around the battle-yell. The Border Slogan rent the sky! A Home! a Gordon!
עמוד 254 - Bruce, to rule the fight, And cry — "Saint Andrew and our right ! " Another sight had seen that morn, From Fate's dark book a leaf been torn, And Flodden had been Bannockbourne...