The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir and Critical Dissertation by the Rev. George Gilfillan, 第 2 巻James Nichol, 1857 |
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... speed my dapple - gray steed , Which drinks of the Teviot clear ; Ere break of day , ' the warrior ' gan say , ' Again will I be here : And safer by none may thy errand be done , Than , noble dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never ...
... speed my dapple - gray steed , Which drinks of the Teviot clear ; Ere break of day , ' the warrior ' gan say , ' Again will I be here : And safer by none may thy errand be done , Than , noble dame , by me ; Letter nor line know I never ...
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... speed , A moment breathed his panting steed ; Drew saddle - girth and corslet - band , And loosened in the sheath his brand . On Minto - crags the moonbeams glint , T Where Barnhill hewed his bed of flint ; Who flung his outlawed limbs ...
... speed , A moment breathed his panting steed ; Drew saddle - girth and corslet - band , And loosened in the sheath his brand . On Minto - crags the moonbeams glint , T Where Barnhill hewed his bed of flint ; Who flung his outlawed limbs ...
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... speed me my errand , and let me be gone .'- 7 Again on the Knight looked the Churchman old , And again he sighed heavily ; For he had himself been a warrior bold , And fought in Spain and Italy . And he thought on the days that were ...
... speed me my errand , and let me be gone .'- 7 Again on the Knight looked the Churchman old , And again he sighed heavily ; For he had himself been a warrior bold , And fought in Spain and Italy . And he thought on the days that were ...
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... speed : I was in Spain when the 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 ...
... speed : I was in Spain when the 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 ...
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... speed thee what thou hast to do , Or , Warrior , we may dearly rue ; For those thou may'st not look upon Are gathering fast round the yawning stone ! ' Then Deloraine , in terror , took From the cold hand the Mighty Book , With iron ...
... speed thee what thou hast to do , Or , Warrior , we may dearly rue ; For those thou may'st not look upon Are gathering fast round the yawning stone ! ' Then Deloraine , in terror , took From the cold hand the Mighty Book , With iron ...
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ancient answered appeared arms band battle bear beneath blood Border Buccleuch called castle cause chief clan close Cross dark dead death deep Douglas dread Earl English fair fear fell field fire friends gave give grace gray hall hand harp head hear heard heart held Highland hill hold horse James John king knight lady laid lake land light live look Lord lost maid marked meet Minstrel morning mountain never noble NOTE o'er pass person rest ride rock Roderick round Scotland Scott Scottish seemed seen side song soon sound spear speed spirit steed stood strong sword tell thee thou thought tide Till took tower true turned Walter warrior wave wild wood young
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105 ページ - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay \ How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! Hushed is the harp — the Minstrel...
191 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.
4 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.
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...
172 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...
234 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.
210 ページ - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
35 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.
272 ページ - I dare ! to him and all the band He brings to aid his murderous hand." " Bold words ! — but, though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim, Though space and law the stag we lend, Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend, Who ever...
317 ページ - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had pealed the banner-cry of hell...