The poetical works of Walter Scott, 第 8 巻 |
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... fall Where armour yet adorns the wall , Cumbrous of size , uncouth to sight , And useless in the modern fight ; Like veteran relique of the wars , Known only by neglected scars . V. Matilda soon to greet him came , And bade ROKEBY . Canto ...
... fall Where armour yet adorns the wall , Cumbrous of size , uncouth to sight , And useless in the modern fight ; Like veteran relique of the wars , Known only by neglected scars . V. Matilda soon to greet him came , And bade ROKEBY . Canto ...
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) V. Matilda soon to greet him came , And bade them light the evening flame ; Said , all for parting was prepared , And tarried but for Wilfrid's guard . But then , reluctant to unfold ' His father's avarice of ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) V. Matilda soon to greet him came , And bade them light the evening flame ; Said , all for parting was prepared , And tarried but for Wilfrid's guard . But then , reluctant to unfold ' His father's avarice of ...
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... soon may be a stranger's place ; This hall , in which a child I play'd , Like thine , dear Redmond , lowly laid , The bramble and the thorn may braid ; Or , pass'd for aye from me and mine , It ne'er may shelter Rokeby's line . Yet is ...
... soon may be a stranger's place ; This hall , in which a child I play'd , Like thine , dear Redmond , lowly laid , The bramble and the thorn may braid ; Or , pass'd for aye from me and mine , It ne'er may shelter Rokeby's line . Yet is ...
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... Dæmon fled from Saul . More noble glance he cast around , More free - drawn breath inspired the sound , His pulse beat bolder and more high , In all the pride of minstrelsy ! Alas ! too soon that pride was o'er , Sunk 28 Canto V. ROKEBY .
... Dæmon fled from Saul . More noble glance he cast around , More free - drawn breath inspired the sound , His pulse beat bolder and more high , In all the pride of minstrelsy ! Alas ! too soon that pride was o'er , Sunk 28 Canto V. ROKEBY .
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) Alas ! too soon that pride was o'er , Sunk with the lay that bade it soar ! His soul resumed , with habit's chain , Its vices wild and follies vain , And gave the talent , with him born , To be a common curse ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Alas ! too soon that pride was o'er , Sunk with the lay that bade it soar ! His soul resumed , with habit's chain , Its vices wild and follies vain , And gave the talent , with him born , To be a common curse ...
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answer'd ap John ap arms bard Bernard Gilpin Bertram blood breast brow CANTO SIXTH castle church Count Harold Count Witikind's Dæmon Dane dare dark daughter death Denzil dread Edmund END OF CANTO fair faith falchion fame fear fiend fierce fight fire flame foes Fryar gave gazed gloomy hall of Cynddylan Hallowtide hand HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven heir John ap Meredith Jutta land Lord maid maiden Matilda Metelill midwife minstrel morning mortal Mortham ne'er night nought o'er O'Neale pale pass'd paused Prelate press'd priest Ralph Rokeby Redmond Risingham Rokeby's Rookhope sate seem'd shavelings sire slain smile song sound spoke steed stern Stirling Castle stone sword tale tell thee thine thou tower turn'd twine Tyne Tyne and Wear Tynedale Urien VIII wassail wild Wilfrid wold Wulfstane Yafforth young Gunnar youth
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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.