The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottA. and W. Galignani, 1831 - 490 ページ |
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... never saw Mr Fox on this , or on any other occasion , and never made any application to him , conceiving that in doing so I might have been supposed to express politi- cal opinions contrary to those which I had always professed . In his ...
... never saw Mr Fox on this , or on any other occasion , and never made any application to him , conceiving that in doing so I might have been supposed to express politi- cal opinions contrary to those which I had always professed . In his ...
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... never could conceive how an arrange- ment between an author and his publishers , if satisfactory to the persons concerned , could af- ford matter of censure to any third party . I had taken no unusual or ungenerous means of enhanc- ing ...
... never could conceive how an arrange- ment between an author and his publishers , if satisfactory to the persons concerned , could af- ford matter of censure to any third party . I had taken no unusual or ungenerous means of enhanc- ing ...
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... never refused a literary person of merit | country - house ; but although this was the fa- such services in smoothing his way to the public vourite amusement of many of my friends , I as were in my power ; and I had the advantage , have ...
... never refused a literary person of merit | country - house ; but although this was the fa- such services in smoothing his way to the public vourite amusement of many of my friends , I as were in my power ; and I had the advantage , have ...
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... never ventured to carry us into the cottage of the peasant , like Crabbe or Cowper ; nor into the bosom of domes- tic privacy , like Campbell ; nor among creatures of the imagination , like Southey or Darwin . Such personages ...
... never ventured to carry us into the cottage of the peasant , like Crabbe or Cowper ; nor into the bosom of domes- tic privacy , like Campbell ; nor among creatures of the imagination , like Southey or Darwin . Such personages ...
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... never excuse . It is dan- accordingly , which do not derive a great part of gerous to attempt this violent shifting of heroic their clearness and picturesque effect , as well as deeds . The field of Bannockburn would never their ...
... never excuse . It is dan- accordingly , which do not derive a great part of gerous to attempt this violent shifting of heroic their clearness and picturesque effect , as well as deeds . The field of Bannockburn would never their ...
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ancient arms band bard battle battle of Methven beneath blood blood-hound bold Border Branksome brave breast brow Bruce called CANTO castle chief clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fight fire gallant glance glen grace gray hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy horse Isles James John king knight lady land light Loch Katrine Lord Lorn loud maid mark'd Marmion minstrel Mortham moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pass'd pride Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby round Saint scene Scotland Scots Scott Scottish seem'd Sir Walter Scott slain song sought sound spear Stanza steed stern stone stood SWINTON sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd VIPONT wake warrior wave ween wild wind
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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.