The poetical works of sir Walter ScottA. & C. Black, 1882 - 823 ページ |
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... side ? Is it the wind that swings the paks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? 13. At the sullen , moaning sound , The ban - dogs bay and howl ; And , from the ...
... side ? Is it the wind that swings the paks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? 13. At the sullen , moaning sound , The ban - dogs bay and howl ; And , from the ...
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... side of the hill- But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower , And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbbed high with pride : - " Your mountains ...
... side of the hill- But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower , And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately head , And her heart throbbed high with pride : - " Your mountains ...
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... side he won . Eastward the wooded path he rode ; Green hazels o'er his basnet nod : He passed the Peel of Coldiland , And crossed old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dimly he viewed the Moat - hill's mound , Where Druid shades still ...
... side he won . Eastward the wooded path he rode ; Green hazels o'er his basnet nod : He passed the Peel of Coldiland , And crossed old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dimly he viewed the Moat - hill's mound , Where Druid shades still ...
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... side of great Dundee . Why , when the volleying musket played Against the bloody Highland blade , Why was not I beside him laid ! - Enough he died the death of fame ; Enough he died with conquering Græme . 3. Now over Border dale and ...
... side of great Dundee . Why , when the volleying musket played Against the bloody Highland blade , Why was not I beside him laid ! - Enough he died the death of fame ; Enough he died with conquering Græme . 3. Now over Border dale and ...
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... side .-- Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line , - That coward should e'er be son of mine ! " 15. A heavy task Watt Tinlinn had , To guide the counterfeited lad . Soon as the palfrey felt the weight Of that ill - omicned elvish ...
... side .-- Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line , - That coward should e'er be son of mine ! " 15. A heavy task Watt Tinlinn had , To guide the counterfeited lad . Soon as the palfrey felt the weight Of that ill - omicned elvish ...
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arms band battle bear beneath blood bold bore bound brand brave breast bright brow castle chief close cross dark dead death deep Douglas dread fair fear fell field fight fire Full gave give glance grace gray green hall hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hold hour King knew knight lady land light living lonely look Lord loud maid mark Marmion meet minstrel morning mountain ne'er never noble o'er once passed pride rest rock rose round Saint scarce seemed seen shore side song soon sought sound spear spoke stay steed stood strain strange stream sword tale tell thee thine thou thought tide Till tower true turned Twas voice wake warrior wave wild wind wood youth
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50 ページ - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand...
103 ページ - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
49 ページ - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ! — If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
13 ページ - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
39 ページ - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
2 ページ - Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door ; ' And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.
103 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.
1 ページ - The way was long, the wind was cold, The minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the bards was he Who sung of Border chivalry ; For, well-aday! their date was fled; His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
235 ページ - That swathes, as with a purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill. Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread ? Is it the lightning's quivering glance That on the thicket streams, Or do they flash on spear and lance The sun's retiring beams...
11 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 ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...