The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, 第 6 巻A. Constable, 1821 |
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... steed . The last , and trustiest of the four , On high his forky pennon bore ; Like swallow's tail , in shape and hue , Flutter'd the streamer glossy blue , Where , blazon'd sable , as before , The towering Canto I. 35 THE CASTLE .
... steed . The last , and trustiest of the four , On high his forky pennon bore ; Like swallow's tail , in shape and hue , Flutter'd the streamer glossy blue , Where , blazon'd sable , as before , The towering Canto I. 35 THE CASTLE .
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... steed , " And love to couch a spear ; — " Saint George ! a stirring life they lead , " That have such neighbours near . " Then stay with us a little space , " Our northern wars to learn ; " I pray you for your lady's grace ! " - Lord ...
... steed , " And love to couch a spear ; — " Saint George ! a stirring life they lead , " That have such neighbours near . " Then stay with us a little space , " Our northern wars to learn ; " I pray you for your lady's grace ! " - Lord ...
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... steed ; " But meeter seem'd for lady fair , " To fan her cheek , or curl her hair , " Or through embroidery , rich and rare , " The slender silk to lead : " His skin was fair , his ringlets gold , " His bosom - when he sigh'd , " The ...
... steed ; " But meeter seem'd for lady fair , " To fan her cheek , or curl her hair , " Or through embroidery , rich and rare , " The slender silk to lead : " His skin was fair , his ringlets gold , " His bosom - when he sigh'd , " The ...
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... : " A southern entrance shalt thou find ; " There halt , and there thy bugle wind , " And trust thine elfin foe to see , " In guise of thy worst enemy " Couch then thy lance , and spur thy steed 162 Canto III . MARMION .
... : " A southern entrance shalt thou find ; " There halt , and there thy bugle wind , " And trust thine elfin foe to see , " In guise of thy worst enemy " Couch then thy lance , and spur thy steed 162 Canto III . MARMION .
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Walter Scott. " Couch then thy lance , and spur thy steed " Upon him ! and Saint George to speed ! " If he go down , thou soon shalt know " Whate'er these airy sprites can shew ; " If thy heart fail thee in the strife , " I am no warrant ...
Walter Scott. " Couch then thy lance , and spur thy steed " Upon him ! and Saint George to speed ! " If he go down , thou soon shalt know " Whate'er these airy sprites can shew ; " If thy heart fail thee in the strife , " I am no warrant ...
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227 ページ - With gloomy splendour red ; For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
268 ページ - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
377 ページ - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
266 ページ - Oh ! 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.
345 ページ - Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, And shook his very frame for ire. "And this to me !" he said ; "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard, Such hand as Marmion's had not spared To cleave the Douglas
10 ページ - So feeble trill'd the streamlet through : Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen, Through bush and brier, no longer green, An angry brook, it sweeps the glade, Brawls over rock and wild cascade, And, foaming brown with doubled speed, Hurries its waters to the Tweed.
373 ページ - In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She died at Holy Isle."— Lord Marmion started from the ground, As light as if he felt no wound ; Though in the action burst the tide, In torrents, from his wounded side. " 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.
346 ページ - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
151 ページ - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
346 ページ - Lord Marmion turned — well was his need — And dashed 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.