The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: BartG. Routledge, 1866 - 740 ページ |
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... fair dame , the " Flower of Yarrow , " been forgotten by her renowned descendant . The poet's father , Walter Scott , born in 1729 , was the eldest of a numerous family . He received a good edu- cation , and became a writer to the ...
... fair dame , the " Flower of Yarrow , " been forgotten by her renowned descendant . The poet's father , Walter Scott , born in 1729 , was the eldest of a numerous family . He received a good edu- cation , and became a writer to the ...
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... fair , And every gentle ladye there , Each after each , in due degree , Gave praises to his melody ; His hand was true , his voice was clear , And much they longed the rest to hear . Encouraged thus , the Aged Man , After meet rest ...
... fair , And every gentle ladye there , Each after each , in due degree , Gave praises to his melody ; His hand was true , his voice was clear , And much they longed the rest to hear . Encouraged thus , the Aged Man , After meet rest ...
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... fair ! II Short halt did Deloraine make there ; Little recked he of the scene so fair . With dagger's hilt , on the wicket strong , He struck full loud , and struck full long . The porter hurried to the gate- " Who knocks so loud , and ...
... fair ! II Short halt did Deloraine make there ; Little recked he of the scene so fair . With dagger's hilt , on the wicket strong , He struck full loud , and struck full long . The porter hurried to the gate- " Who knocks so loud , and ...
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... fair . The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into the night he looked forth ; And red and bright the streamers light Were dancing in the glowing north . So had he seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ...
... fair . The Monk gazed long on the lovely moon , Then into the night he looked forth ; And red and bright the streamers light Were dancing in the glowing north . So had he seen , in fair Castile , The youth in glittering squadrons start ...
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... fair Abbaye ; For the Mystic Book , to his bosom pressed , Felt like a load upon his breast ; And his joints , with nerves of iron twined , Shook , like the aspen leaves in wind . Full fain was he when the dawn of day Began to brighten ...
... fair Abbaye ; For the Mystic Book , to his bosom pressed , Felt like a load upon his breast ; And his joints , with nerves of iron twined , Shook , like the aspen leaves in wind . Full fain was he when the dawn of day Began to brighten ...
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279 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.
182 ページ - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the 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. So boldly he...
3 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. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of, Border chivalry; For, well-a-day! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
312 ページ - Have, then, thy wish!' He whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill; Wild as the scream of the curlew, From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
67 ページ - 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, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept,...
221 ページ - As in the storm the white sea-mew, Then marked they, dashing broad and far The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave, Floating like foam upon the wave...
183 ページ - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
315 ページ - Threw down his target and his plaid, And to the Lowland warrior said : — "Bold Saxon! to his promise just, Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust. This murderous Chief, this ruthless man, This head of a rebellious clan, Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward, Far past Clan- Alpine's outmost guard.
724 ページ - How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ? How many long days and long weeks didst thou number, Ere he faded before thee, the friend of thy heart ? And oh ! was it meet that — no requiem read o'er him, No mother to weep, and no friend to deplore him, And thou, little guardian, alone stretched before him — Unhonoured the pilgrim from life should depart...
247 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.