The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, 第 7 巻Little, Brown, 1857 |
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179 ページ - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' '"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' — 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
202 ページ - Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the blue bonnets are bound for the Border. Many a banner spread, Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story, Mount and make ready then, Sons of the mountain glen, Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory.
144 ページ - Twist ye, twine ye ! even so Mingle shades of joy and woe, Hope and fear, and peace, and strife, In the thread of human life.
269 ページ - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history : And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
209 ページ - Within this* awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries : Happiest they of human race, To whom their God has given grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, to force the way ; And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
7 ページ - The violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, May boast itself the fairest flower In glen or copse or forest dingle. " Though fair her gems of azure hue Beneath the dewdrop's weight reclining, I've seen an eye of lovelier blue More sweet through watery lustre shining. " The summer sun that dew shall dry. Ere yet the sun be past its morrow, Nor longer in my false love's eye Remained the tear of parting sorrow ! " In turning over a volume of MS.
133 ページ - Hie away, hie away, Over bank and over brae, Where the copsewood is the greenest, Where the fountains glisten sheenest, Where the lady fern grows strongest, Where the morning dew lies longest, Where the black-cock sweetest sips it, Where the fairy latest trips it ; Hie to haunts right seldom seen, Lovely, lonesome, cool and green, Over bank and over brae, Hie away, hie away. "Do the verses he sings...
69 ページ - Far in the bosom of the deep, O'er these wild shelves my watch I keep; A ruddy gem of changeful light, Bound on the dusky brow of night, The seaman bids my lustre hail, And scorns to strike his timorous. sail.
86 ページ - O, WHO rides by night thro' the woodland so wild ? It is the fond father embracing his child; And close the boy nestles within his loved arm, To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm. 'O father, see yonder! see yonder!' he says ; ' My boy, upon what dost thou fearfully gaze?' ' O, 'tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud.' ' No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud.
201 ページ - March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order ? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.