The white doe of Rylstone or, The fate of the NortonsLondon, 1867 - 128 pàgines |
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abbey alchemy ancient Banner banner-cloth Barden battle battle of Durham bear Behold Bells of Rylstone Beneath BIRKET FOSTER Bolton Abbey Bolton Priory bowers Brancepeth Brancepeth Castle brave bright Brougham Castle Burnsal Canto Title Castle chantry cheer city of Durham Cliffords command Creature Cuthbert dear desolation Dissolution doth Durham Cathedral Earl Emily Erle fair Father fear Flodden Francis gentle goodly grace grave ground H. N. HUMPHREYS hand hath heard heart Heaven hill hither holy relique holy St House of Lancaster King of Scots lady laid Littondale look Lord Lord Clifford Maid neighbourhood Nevil Neville's noble Northumberland numbers O'er peace pensive prayer Richard Norton rock Rylstone Hall Rylstone's Sabbath sate Shepherd side sight Sire sorrow spake spot steep stood STRID thee thou thought tree victory voice wall warlike frame Stands Westmoreland Wetherby Wharf Whitaker White Doe wood words young Romilly
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Pàgina 126 - The falconer to the lady said ; And she made answer, " Endless sorrow ! " For she knew that her son was dead. She knew it by the falconer's words, And from the look of the falconer's eye ; And from the love which was in her soul For her youthful Romilly.
Pàgina 36 - And through the chink in the fractured floor Look down, and see a griesly sight; A vault where the bodies are buried upright ! There face by face, and hand by hand, The Claphams and Mauleverers stand; And, in his place, among son and sire, Is John de Clapham, that fierce Esquire, A valiant man, and a name of dread In the ruthless wars of the White and Red; Who dragged Earl Pembroke from Banbury Church And smote off his head on the stones of the porch...
Pàgina 126 - A name which it took of yore : A thousand years hath it borne that name, And shall a thousand more. And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, Shall bound across THE STRID...
Pàgina 127 - If for a lover the lady wept, A solace she might borrow From death, and from the passion of death: Old Wharf might heal her sorrow. She weeps not for the wedding-day Which was to be to-morrow: Her hope was a further-looking hope, And hers is a mother's sorrow.
Pàgina 126 - The Falconer to the Lady said; And she made answer, ' ENDLESS SORROW! ' For she knew that her Son was dead. She knew it by the Falconer's words, And from the look of the Falconer's eye; And from the love which was in her soul For her youthful Romilly.
Pàgina 127 - Long, long in darkness did she sit, And her first words were, " Let there be In Bolton, on the field of Wharf, A stately Priory...
Pàgina xiv - In all the haste that ever may bee. " Commend me to that gentleman, And beare this letter here fro mee ; And say that earnestly I praye, He will ryde in my companie.
Pàgina xiv - Gallant men I trowe you bee : How many of you, my children deare, Will stand by that good erle and mee ? Eight of them did answer make, Eight of them spake hastilie, 70 O father, till the daye we dye We'll stand by that good erle and thee.
Pàgina 26 - White Doe," page 5: Fast the church-yard fills;— anon Look again and they all are gone; They cluster round the porch, and the folk Who sate in the shade of the prior's oak! And scarcely have they disappeared...
Pàgina 27 - And beauteous as the silver moon When out of sight the clouds are driven, And she is left alone in heaven ; Or like a ship some gentle day In sunshine sailing far away, A glittering ship, that hath the plain Of ocean for her own domain.