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_Marmion_.
Canto ii. St. 27.
'Tis an old tale, and often told.
Canto v. St. 12.
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
Canto vi. St. 14.
And dar'st thou then
To beard the lion in his den?
Canto vi. St. 30,
O 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!
Canto vi. St. 32.
Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!
Were the last words of Marmion.
Canto vi. Last Lines.
To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light,
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_The Lady of the Lake_.
Canto i. St. 18.
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A nymph, a naiad, or a grace,
Of finer form or lovelier face.
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A foot more light, a step more true,
Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
Canto i. St. 21.
On his bold visage middle age
Had slightly pressed its signet sage.
Canto ii. St. 22.
Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.
Canto iv. St. 1.
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
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