The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. in Twelve Volumes: With All His Introductions and Notes, Various Readings and the Editor's NotesRobert Cadell, 1848 - 823 ページ |
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... tide of war , But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor . The Duchess ' marked his weary pace , His timid mien , and reverend face , And bade her page the menials tell , That they should tend the old man well : For ...
... tide of war , But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor . The Duchess ' marked his weary pace , His timid mien , and reverend face , And bade her page the menials tell , That they should tend the old man well : For ...
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... tide of song were lost ; Each blank , in faithless memory void , The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And , while his harp responsive rung , ' Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIRST ...
... tide of song were lost ; Each blank , in faithless memory void , The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And , while his harp responsive rung , ' Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung . THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . CANTO FIRST ...
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... tide : Nor in her mother's alter'd eye Dared she to look for sympathy . Her lover , ' gainst her father's clan , With Carr in arms had stood , ' When Mathouse - burn to Melrose ran , All purple with their blood ; And well she knew , her ...
... tide : Nor in her mother's alter'd eye Dared she to look for sympathy . Her lover , ' gainst her father's clan , With Carr in arms had stood , ' When Mathouse - burn to Melrose ran , All purple with their blood ; And well she knew , her ...
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... tide , That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it the wind , that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound ...
... tide , That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it the wind , that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound ...
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... tide , and Branksome's tower , Till pride be quell'd , and love be free . " XVIII . The unearthly voices ceast , And the heavy sound was still ; It died on the river's breast , It died on the side of the hill . But round Lord David's ...
... tide , and Branksome's tower , Till pride be quell'd , and love be free . " XVIII . The unearthly voices ceast , And the heavy sound was still ; It died on the river's breast , It died on the side of the hill . But round Lord David's ...
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agen ancient Angus Appendix arms band bard battle beneath blood blood-hound bold Border bower brand Brantome brave breast bright broadsword brow CANTO castle chief Chieftain clan courser crest Dame dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread e'er Earl Earl of Angus Ettrick Forest fair falchion fear fell fire Flodden gallant glance glen grace Græme grey hall hand harp hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy James King King Arthur King's knight Lady Ladye lake lance land Liddesdale light Lindisfarne Loch Katrine lone Lord Marmion loud maid maiden mark'd merry Minstrel morning mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pass'd pride rock Roderick rose round rude Saint Saint Hilda Saxon scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd show'd sire song sought sound spear steed stood sword tale Tantallon thee thine thou tide tower Twas warrior wave ween wild
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216 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.
35 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.
117 ページ - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
50 ページ - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
162 ページ - Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head...
215 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.
296 ページ - ... snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight; Link'd in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded king.
22 ページ - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
77 ページ - Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon, and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back agen, " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe...
275 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.