The poetical works of Walter Scott, 第 8 巻 |
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... minstrel's strain . SONG RESUMED . " Bid not me , in battle - field , Buckler lift , or broad - sword wield ! All my strength and all my art Is to touch the gentle heart , With the wizard notes that ring From the peaceful minstrel ...
... minstrel's strain . SONG RESUMED . " Bid not me , in battle - field , Buckler lift , or broad - sword wield ! All my strength and all my art Is to touch the gentle heart , With the wizard notes that ring From the peaceful minstrel ...
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... minstrel's skill ; Hard were his task to seek a home More distant , since the night is come ; And for his faith I dare engage- Your Harpool's blood is sour'd by age ; His gate , once readily display'd , To greet the friend , the poor to ...
... minstrel's skill ; Hard were his task to seek a home More distant , since the night is come ; And for his faith I dare engage- Your Harpool's blood is sour'd by age ; His gate , once readily display'd , To greet the friend , the poor to ...
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... minstrel fell . If you love that noble kin , Take the weary Harper in ! " .- " Hark ! Harpool parleys - there is hope , " Said Redmond , " that the gate will ope . " - " For all thy brag and boast , I trow , Nought know'st thou of the ...
... minstrel fell . If you love that noble kin , Take the weary Harper in ! " .- " Hark ! Harpool parleys - there is hope , " Said Redmond , " that the gate will ope . " - " For all thy brag and boast , I trow , Nought know'st thou of the ...
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... minstrel string My heart from infancy would spring ; Nor can I hear its simplest strain , But it brings Erin's dream again , When placed by Owen Lysagh's knee , ( The Filea of O'Neale was he , A blind and bearded man , whose eld Was ...
... minstrel string My heart from infancy would spring ; Nor can I hear its simplest strain , But it brings Erin's dream again , When placed by Owen Lysagh's knee , ( The Filea of O'Neale was he , A blind and bearded man , whose eld Was ...
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... minstrel skill ? —nay , no reply- And look not sad ! -I guess thỳ thought , Thy verse with laurels would be bought , And poor Matilda , landless now , Has not a garland for thy brow . True , I must leave sweet Rokeby's glades , Nor ...
... minstrel skill ? —nay , no reply- And look not sad ! -I guess thỳ thought , Thy verse with laurels would be bought , And poor Matilda , landless now , Has not a garland for thy brow . True , I must leave sweet Rokeby's glades , Nor ...
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22 ページ - O Lady, twine no wreath for me, Or twine it of the cypress tree ! Too lively glow the lilies light, The varnish'd holly's all too bright, The May-flower and the eglantine May shade a brow less sad than mine ; But, Lady, weave no wreath for me, Or weave it of the cypress tree...
24 ページ - I have look'd and loved my last ! When villagers my shroud bestrew With pansies, rosemary, and rue, — Then, Lady, weave a wreath for me, And weave it of the cypress-tree.
149 ページ - ... It was on a daik rainy night in the month of November, that an old midwife sat musing by her cottage fire-side, when on a sudden she was startled by a loud knocking at the door. On opening it she found a horseman, who told her that her assistance was required immediately by a person of rank, and that she should be handsomely rewarded ; but that there were reasons for keeping the affair a strict secret, and, therefore, she must submit to be blindfolded, and to be conducted in that condition to...
103 ページ - The reverend pile lay wild and waste, Profaned, dishonour'd, and defaced. Through storied lattices no more In soften'd light the sunbeams pour, Gilding the Gothic sculpture rich Of shrine, and monument, and niche. The Civil fury of the time Made sport of sacrilegious crime...
3 ページ - The sultry summer day is done. The western hills have hid the sun, But mountain peak and village spire Retain reflection of his fire. Old Barnard's towers are purple still, To those that gaze from...
95 ページ - And now, my race of terror run, Mine be the eve of tropic Sun ! No pale gradations quench his ray, No twilight dews his wrath allay ; With disk like battle-target red, He rushes to his burning bed, Dyes the wide wave with bloody light, Then sinks at once — and all is nig'ht.
23 ページ - Let dimpled Mirth his temples twine With tendrils of the laughing vine ; The manly oak, the pensive yew, To patriot and to sage be due : The myrtle bough bids lovers live, But that Matilda will not give ; Then, lady, twine no wreath for me, Or twine it of the...
4 ページ - Streaks yet a while the closing shade, Then slow resigns to darkening heaven The tints which brighter hours had given. Thus aged men full loth and slow The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.