 | 1808 - 532 pągines
...branches fafe he lay, And he was free to fport and play, When Falcons were abroad for prey. ' II. 153-4. The poem closes in this manner. ' — Now another...come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom : He hath thrown afide his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rutting in hia halls On the blood of Clifford... | |
 | Sir Egerton Brydges - 1807 - 904 pągines
...Thou tree of covert and of rest For this young bird that is distrest, Among thy branches safe he lay, And he was free to sport and play, When falcons were...his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rusting in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls;— ' Quell the Scot,' exclaims the lance, ' Bear... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 258 pągines
...see Face of thing that is to be ; And, if Men report him right, He can whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom...his Crook, And hath buried deep his Book ; Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; — " Quell the Scot," exclaims the Lance, Bear... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1807 - 358 pągines
...see Face of thing that is to be;. And, if Men report him right, He can whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom...thrown aside his Crook, And hath buried deep his Book r Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls; — " Quell the Scot," exclaims the Lance,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pągines
...see Face of thing that is to be ; And, if Men report him right, He can whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom...his Crook, And hath buried deep his Book ; Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; — " Quell the Scot," exclaims the Lance, Bear... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 416 pągines
...see Face of thing that is to be ; And, if Men report him right, He can whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom...his Crook, And hath buried deep his Book ; Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; — " Quell the Scot," exclaims the Lance, Bear... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 326 pągines
...POLYOLBION : Song XXX. the restoration of Lord Clifford the shepherd to the estates of his ancestors." " Now another day is come Fitter hope, and nobler doom...his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rusting in the halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; Quell the Scot, exclaims the lance ! Bear me... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 pągines
...nobler doom : He hath thrown aside his crook, And hath buried deep his book ; Armour rusting in the halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; Quell the Scot, exclaims the lance / Sear me to the heart of France Is the longing of the shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling Jleld... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 372 pągines
...see Face of thing that is to be ; And, if Men report him right, He can whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom...his Crook, And hath buried deep his Book ; Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; — " Quell the Scot," exclaims the Lance —... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1877 - 844 pągines
...lines from Wordsworth's "Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle " : — " Armor, rusting on his walls, On the blood of Clifford calls. ' Quell the Scot ! ' exclaims the lance : ' Bear me to the heart of FAnce 1 ' ls the longing of the shield : Tell thy name, thou trembling... | |
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Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom; He hath thrown aside his crook, And hath buried deep his book; Armour rusting in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls: 'Quell the Scot! ' exclaims the Lance; 'Bear me to the heart of France... 
