The poetical works of sir Walter Scott, 第 1 巻 |
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... when the work was done , And changed the willow - wreaths to stone . The silver - light , so pale and faint , Shew'd many a prophet , and many a saint , Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in 48 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
... when the work was done , And changed the willow - wreaths to stone . The silver - light , so pale and faint , Shew'd many a prophet , and many a saint , Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in 48 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
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... d upward to the chancel roof , And through the galleries far aloof ! No earthly flame blazed e'er so bright : It shone like heaven's own blessed light ; And , issuing from the tomb , Shew'd the Monk's Canto II . THE LAST MINSTREL . 53 33.
... d upward to the chancel roof , And through the galleries far aloof ! No earthly flame blazed e'er so bright : It shone like heaven's own blessed light ; And , issuing from the tomb , Shew'd the Monk's Canto II . THE LAST MINSTREL . 53 33.
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) And , issuing from the tomb , Shew'd the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark - brow'd Warrior's mail , And kiss'd his waving plume . XIX . Before their eyes the Wizard lay , As if he had not been ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) And , issuing from the tomb , Shew'd the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark - brow'd Warrior's mail , And kiss'd his waving plume . XIX . Before their eyes the Wizard lay , As if he had not been ...
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... Shew'd southern ravage was begun . IV . Now loud the heedful gate - ward cried― 66 Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Wat Tinlinn , from the Liddel - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his ...
... Shew'd southern ravage was begun . IV . Now loud the heedful gate - ward cried― 66 Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Wat Tinlinn , from the Liddel - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his ...
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... shew The mustering of the coming foe . " - XXIX . " And let them come ! " fierce Dacre cried ; " For soon yon crest , my father's pride , That swept the shores of Judah's sea , And waved in gales of Galilee , From Branksome's highest ...
... shew The mustering of the coming foe . " - XXIX . " And let them come ! " fierce Dacre cried ; " For soon yon crest , my father's pride , That swept the shores of Judah's sea , And waved in gales of Galilee , From Branksome's highest ...
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ancient arms band Bard Baron Beattisons beneath betwixt blaze blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO castle chapel clan courser Cumberland Dame dead death Douglas dread Duke Earl Earl of Angus Eildon Hills English Eskdale Ettrick Ettrick Forest fair on Carlisle Fawdon fire gallant Gothic architecture hall hand harp Hawick heard highnes hill horse Howard James Jedburgh king Kirkwall knight Ladye lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Dacre loud Melrose Melrose Abbey Michael Scott MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Note o'er pray'd ride rode Roslin round rung sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border Seem'd shew shulde Sir William slain spear St Clair steed stone stood sun shines fair sword Teviot thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower Twas tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warden warriors wild William of Deloraine wound
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202 ページ - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
39 ページ - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
171 ページ - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land...
48 ページ - Some of his skill he taught to me ; And, Warrior, I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three, And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone...
192 ページ - The blackening wave is edged with white : To inch and rock the sea-mews fly ; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh.
172 ページ - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
10 ページ - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost...
193 ページ - O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
15 ページ - Ten squires, ten yeomen, mail-clad men, Waited the beck of the warders ten; Thirty steeds, both fleet and wight, Stood saddled in stable day and night, Barbed with frontlet of steel, I trow, And with Jedwood-axe at saddle-bow; A hundred more fed free in stall:— Such was the custom of Branksome Hall.
9 ページ - Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft roll'd back the tide of war, But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor. The Duchess marked his weary pace. His timid mien, and reverend face, And bade her page the menials tell That they should tend the old man well...