The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, 第 1 巻Phillips, Sampson,, 1858 - 840 ページ |
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... hold a middle rank between nistory and private anecdote . War is always most picturesque where it is least formed into a science ; it has most variety and interest where the prowess and activity of individuals has most play ; and the ...
... hold a middle rank between nistory and private anecdote . War is always most picturesque where it is least formed into a science ; it has most variety and interest where the prowess and activity of individuals has most play ; and the ...
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... hold it still . Hearken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.- Earl Morton was lord of that valley fair , The Beattisons were his vassals there . The Earl was gentle , and mild of mood , The vassals were warlike , and ...
... hold it still . Hearken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale.- Earl Morton was lord of that valley fair , The Beattisons were his vassals there . The Earl was gentle , and mild of mood , The vassals were warlike , and ...
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... hold ; Unarmed by her side he walk'd , And much , in courteous phrase , they talk'd Of feats of arms of old . Costly his garb - his Flemish ruff Fell o'er his doublet , shaped of buff , With satin slash'd and lined ; It may be noticed ...
... hold ; Unarmed by her side he walk'd , And much , in courteous phrase , they talk'd Of feats of arms of old . Costly his garb - his Flemish ruff Fell o'er his doublet , shaped of buff , With satin slash'd and lined ; It may be noticed ...
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... hold Waked the deaf tomb with war's alarins , And bade the dead arise to arms ! With war and wonder all on flame , sumed the title of Sakonungr or Sea - kings . Ships , in the in- flated language of the Scalds , are often termed the ...
... hold Waked the deaf tomb with war's alarins , And bade the dead arise to arms ! With war and wonder all on flame , sumed the title of Sakonungr or Sea - kings . Ships , in the in- flated language of the Scalds , are often termed the ...
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... hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each St. Clair was buried there , With candle , with book , and with knell ; But the sea - caves rung , and the wild winds sung , The dirge of lovely Rosabelle . XXIV . So sweet was ...
... hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each St. Clair was buried there , With candle , with book , and with knell ; But the sea - caves rung , and the wild winds sung , The dirge of lovely Rosabelle . XXIV . So sweet was ...
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112 ページ - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
111 ページ - Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
163 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.
125 ページ - King James did rushing come. — Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. — They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air ; О life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
28 ページ - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
120 ページ - post and pair." All hail'd with uncontroll'd delight, And general voice, the happy night, That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
122 ページ - Douglas' head! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does 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!
7 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 ruin'd central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
399 ページ - But here, - above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone, As if were here denied The summer sun, the spring's sweet dew, That clothe with many a varied hue The bleakest mountain-side.
122 ページ - Lord Marmion turn'd, — well was his need, And dash'd the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung : To pass there was such scanty room, The bars, descending, razed his plume.