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Alnwick anon armour arms arrows band barons battle bold beauteous bide biſhop blood breast Brinkburn Priory brought called captain caſtle chapel cried crown death doth dread Durham earl of Surrey Edgar Emma English faid fair fame father fear field fierce fight flain foes hand Hardyknute haste hath heard heart herald hermit hermitage hill John Forman king Henry king James king of Scots knight lady Lancashire land loud lusty maid mighty Morar moſt ne'er never noble Norham Norse Northumberland numbers o'er plain prince quoth rage Richard Richard Plantagenet Richmondshire river Coquet rock Rouge Croix ſaid Scotland Scots Scottish seem'd Sir Bertram sire slain ſmall soldiers soon sore sought spear Stanley stout stept ſtill stomach stout strait strokes sweet sword tale tear thee Theodorus Bailey thou tide told towers Tunstall Unto uſed valiant Warkworth warlike wights whoſe William Bulmer wound youth
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Page 193 - I meekly vowed to spend my life In penitence and prayer. The bold Sir Bertram now no more Impetuous, haughty, wild, But poor and humble benedict, Now lowly, patient, mild. My lands I gave to feed the poor, And sacred altars raise, And here, a lonely anchoret, I came to end my days. This sweet sequestered vale I chose, These rocks and hanging grove ; For oft beside that murmuring stream My love was wont to rove.
Page 179 - Then rushing in, with stretched-out shield He o'er the warrior hung, As some fierce eagle spreads her wing, To guard her callow young. Three times they strove to seize their prey. Three times they quick retire : What force could stand his furious strokes, Or meet his martial fire ? Now, gathering round on every part, The battle raged amain; And many a lady wept her lord, That hour untimely slain.
Page 165 - And caus'd them soon to stand. He fought, till more assistance came ; The Scots were overthrown ; Thus freed me, captive, from their bands, To make me more his own.
Page 173 - LORD, thy Grandsire had a friend, In days of youthful fame ; Yon distant hills were his domains, Sir Bertram was his name. Where'er the noble Percy fought His friend was at his side ; And many a skirmish with the Scots Their early valour tried.
Page 157 - DARK was the night, and wild the storm, And loud the torrent's roar; And loud the sea was heard to dash Against the distant shore. Musing on man's weak hapless state, The lonely Hermit lay ; When, lo ! he heard a female voice lament in sore dismay.
Page 169 - Now Heaven, I trust, hath joys in store To crown thy constant breast ; For, know, fond hope assures my heart That we shall soon be blest. Not far from hence stands Coquet Isle, Surrounded by the sea ; There dwells a holy friar, well known To all thy friends and thee:* 'Tis Father Bertram, so revered For every worthy deed : To Raby Castle he shall go, And for us kindly plead.
Page 163 - Of all his friends and thee ? Then bless me, father," said the youth,
Page 162 - Scots despoil our fields, And ravage all our farms. " Their halls and castles, once so fair, Now moulder in decay ; Proud strangers now usurp their lands, And bear their wealth away.
Page 185 - I've slain the comeliest knight, All through my folly and pride 1 " 'And now to atone for my sad fault And his dear health regain, I'll go myself and nurse my love, And soothe his bed of pain.' "Then mounted she her milk-white steed One morn at break of day ; And two tall yeomen went with her, To guard her on the way.
Page 190 - Bertram, she said, I still was true ; Thou only had'st my heart : May we hereafter meet in bliss ! We now, alas ! must part. For thee, I left my father's hall, And flew to thy relief, When, lo!