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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... wall , defended by round flanking tur- rets . It is most beautifully situated , about three miles from Sel- kirk , upon the banks of the Yarrow , a fierce and precipitous stream , which unites with the Ettricke about a mile beneath the ...
... wall , defended by round flanking tur- rets . It is most beautifully situated , about three miles from Sel- kirk , upon the banks of the Yarrow , a fierce and precipitous stream , which unites with the Ettricke about a mile beneath the ...
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... wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! 2 When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin 3 Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , need ...
... wall , Beside his broken spear . Bards long shall tell , How Lord Walter fell ! 2 When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin 3 Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , need ...
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... wall ! " XII . And of his skill , as bards avow , He taught that Ladye fair , ' See Appendix , Note E. ' Padua was long supposed , by the Scottish peasants , to be the principal school of necromancy . The Earl of Gowrie , slain at Perth ...
... wall ! " XII . And of his skill , as bards avow , He taught that Ladye fair , ' See Appendix , Note E. ' Padua was long supposed , by the Scottish peasants , to be the principal school of necromancy . The Earl of Gowrie , slain at Perth ...
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... wall . ' HERE paused the harp ; and with its swell The Master's fire and courage fell : Dejectedly , and low , he bow'd , And , gazing timid on the crowd , He seem'd to seek , in every eye , If they approved his minstrelsy ; And ...
... wall . ' HERE paused the harp ; and with its swell The Master's fire and courage fell : Dejectedly , and low , he bow'd , And , gazing timid on the crowd , He seem'd to seek , in every eye , If they approved his minstrelsy ; And ...
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... wall , Loud sobs , and laughter louder , ran , And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the fiends kept holiday , Because these spells were brought to day . I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as ' twas said to me ...
... wall , Loud sobs , and laughter louder , ran , And voices unlike the voice of man ; As if the fiends kept holiday , Because these spells were brought to day . I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as ' twas said to me ...
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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.