The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottA. and W. Galignani, 1831 - 490 ページ |
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... blood beating in their bosoms like our own - actual existences , in short , into whose views we may reasonably enter , and with whose emotions we are bound to sympathise . To all this he has added , out of the prodigality of his high ...
... blood beating in their bosoms like our own - actual existences , in short , into whose views we may reasonably enter , and with whose emotions we are bound to sympathise . To all this he has added , out of the prodigality of his high ...
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... blood - hound , that tracks their steps at a distance ( the hollow echoes are in our ears now ) , and Amy and her hapless love , and the villain Varney , and the deep voice of George of Douglas — and the iminoveable Bala- fré , and ...
... blood - hound , that tracks their steps at a distance ( the hollow echoes are in our ears now ) , and Amy and her hapless love , and the villain Varney , and the deep voice of George of Douglas — and the iminoveable Bala- fré , and ...
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... blood - hound baying ; They watch to hear the war - horn braying ; To see St George's red cross streaming ; To see the midnight beacon gleaming ; They watch against southern force and guile , Lest Scroop , or Howard , or Percy's powers ...
... blood - hound baying ; They watch to hear the war - horn braying ; To see St George's red cross streaming ; To see the midnight beacon gleaming ; They watch against southern force and guile , Lest Scroop , or Howard , or Percy's powers ...
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... blood - hound , As he rouses him up from his lair ; And though she passes the postern alone , Why is not the watchman's bugle blown ? XXVII . The ladye steps in doubt and dread , Lest her watchful mother hear her tread : The ladye ...
... blood - hound , As he rouses him up from his lair ; And though she passes the postern alone , Why is not the watchman's bugle blown ? XXVII . The ladye steps in doubt and dread , Lest her watchful mother hear her tread : The ladye ...
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... blood of Velez ' scorched vine . He raised the silver cup on high , And , while the big drop fill'd his eye , Pray'd God to bless the duchess long , And all who cheer'd a son of song . The attending maidens smiled to see Ilow long , how ...
... blood of Velez ' scorched vine . He raised the silver cup on high , And , while the big drop fill'd his eye , Pray'd God to bless the duchess long , And all who cheer'd a son of song . The attending maidens smiled to see Ilow long , how ...
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138 ページ - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
126 ページ - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
92 ページ - 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...
88 ページ - England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate ! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword) I tell thee thou'rt defied!
92 ページ - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
xxvi 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 ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied : And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the latest minstrel sung.
150 ページ - I come with banner, brand, and bow, As leader seeks his mortal foe. For love-lorn swain, in lady's bower, Ne'er panted for the appointed hour, As I, until before me stand This rebel Chieftain and his band !
88 ページ - Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride, I warrant him a warrior tried.
92 ページ - Then it was truth," — he said — "I knew That the dark presage must be true. — I would the Fiend, to whom belongs The vengeance due to all her wrongs, Would spare me but a day ! For wasting fire, and dying groan, And priests slain on the altar stone, Might bribe him for delay. It may not be ! — this dizzy trance — Curse on yon base marauder's lance, And doubly cursed my failing brand ! A sinful heart makes feeble hand.
151 ページ - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard ; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintain'd unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood ; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.