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... Sound , sound the Mottoes 798 clarion ' ) ... 771 XIV . From The Pirate . VI . From Rob Roy . The Song of the Reim - Kennar . 800 • Francis Osbaldistone's Lines 771 A Last Farewell . 801 Fragment from Ariosto • 772 Harold Harfager . 801 ...
... Sound , sound the Mottoes 798 clarion ' ) ... 771 XIV . From The Pirate . VI . From Rob Roy . The Song of the Reim - Kennar . 800 • Francis Osbaldistone's Lines 771 A Last Farewell . 801 Fragment from Ariosto • 772 Harold Harfager . 801 ...
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... sound That moans the mossy turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's 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 ...
... sound That moans the mossy turrets round . Is it the roar of Teviot's 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 ...
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... sound was still ; It died on the river's breast , It died on the side of the hill . But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately ...
... sound was still ; It died on the river's breast , It died on the side of the hill . But round Lord David's tower The sound still floated near ; For it rung in the Ladye's bower And it rung in the Ladye's ear . She raised her stately ...
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... rock with lichens grey , Seem'd dimly huge the dark Abbaye . When Hawick he pass'd , had curfew rung , Now midnight lauds were in Melrose sung . The sound , upon the fitful gale , In solemn L. ] 7 The Eay of the East Minstrel .
... rock with lichens grey , Seem'd dimly huge the dark Abbaye . When Hawick he pass'd , had curfew rung , Now midnight lauds were in Melrose sung . The sound , upon the fitful gale , In solemn L. ] 7 The Eay of the East Minstrel .
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Sir Walter Scott James Logie Robertson. CEAS'D the high sound . The listening Why , when the volleying musket He that was last at the trysting - place In. XXX . The livelong night in Branksome rang The ceaseless sound of steei ; The ...
Sir Walter Scott James Logie Robertson. CEAS'D the high sound . The listening Why , when the volleying musket He that was last at the trysting - place In. XXX . The livelong night in Branksome rang The ceaseless sound of steei ; The ...
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ancient arms band bard Barnard Castle battle battle of Methven beneath blood bold bower brave breast bright brow Bruce called castle Chap chief clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fate fear fell fight fire gallant glance glen grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy honour horse Isles John King King's knight lady land light Loch Katrine Lord Lorn loud maid maiden mark'd Marmion minstrel morning Mortham moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Norham NOTE o'er pass'd pibroch pride Risingham rock Rokeby round rude Saint Scotland Scottish seem'd slain song sought sound spear steed stern stone stood sword tale tell thee thine Thomas the Rhymer thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
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141 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 ? XIII.
39 ページ - 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, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
140 ページ - Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) 'O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...
141 ページ - The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
15 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.
232 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. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber, Red...
705 ページ - WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day, All. the jolly chase is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear ! Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
31 ページ - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
208 ページ - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle; Round many an insulated mass, The native bulwarks of the pass, Huge as the tower which builders vain Presumptuous piled on Shinar's plain.
208 ページ - Where glist'ning streamers waved and danced, The wanderer's eye could barely view The summer heaven's delicious blue ; So wondrous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream.