The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir of the AuthorNelson, 1862 - 612 ページ |
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... morning rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his grave . XV . " I swore to ...
... morning rose , But I stood by his bed ere evening close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his grave . XV . " I swore to ...
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... morning wind , And strove his hardihood to find ; He was glad when he passed the tombstones grey , Which girdle round the fair Abbaye ; For the mystic Book , to his bosom prest , Felt like a load upon his breast ; And his joints , with ...
... morning wind , And strove his hardihood to find ; He was glad when he passed the tombstones grey , Which girdle round the fair Abbaye ; For the mystic Book , to his bosom prest , Felt like a load upon his breast ; And his joints , with ...
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... morning's scene , Rode eastward through the hawthorns green . WHILE thus he poured the lengthened tale , The Minstrel's voice began to fail : Full slyly smiled the observant page , And gave the withered hand of age A goblet , crowned ...
... morning's scene , Rode eastward through the hawthorns green . WHILE thus he poured the lengthened tale , The Minstrel's voice began to fail : Full slyly smiled the observant page , And gave the withered hand of age A goblet , crowned ...
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... morning ; well they knew , In vain he never twanged the yew . Right sharp has been the evening shower , That drove him from his Liddel tower ; And , by my faith , " the gate - ward said , " I think ' twill prove a Warden - Raid . ' V ...
... morning ; well they knew , In vain he never twanged the yew . Right sharp has been the evening shower , That drove him from his Liddel tower ; And , by my faith , " the gate - ward said , " I think ' twill prove a Warden - Raid . ' V ...
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... morning fight ; Not even the Flower of Yarrow's charms , In youth , might tame his rage for arms ; And still , in age , he spurned at rest , And still his brows the helmet pressed , Albeit the blanched locks below Were white as Dinlay's ...
... morning fight ; Not even the Flower of Yarrow's charms , In youth , might tame his rage for arms ; And still , in age , he spurned at rest , And still his brows the helmet pressed , Albeit the blanched locks below Were white as Dinlay's ...
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arms band battle bear beneath blood bold brand brave breast bright brow castle chief close cross dark death deep Douglas dread drew face fair fear fell field fight fire gave give glance grace green grey hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven held hill hold hour King knew knight lady lake land light living look Lord lost loud maid marked Marmion meet minstrel morning mountain ne'er never noble o'er once pass pride proud rest rock rose round Saint scarce scene seemed seen side soon sought soul sound spear spoke steed stood strain 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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52 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 ; For him no minstrel raptures swell,; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
149 ページ - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
10 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 ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly...
148 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.
60 ページ - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair.
188 ページ - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
175 ページ - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone; The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
18 ページ - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed ; In halls, in gay attire is seen ; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
175 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...
xxiii ページ - Stuarts' throne ; The bigots of the iron time 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.