The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, 第 5 巻Charles S. Francis, 1849 |
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... noble Somerville , ' Beneath a shroud of russet dropp'd with gold Tweed and his tributaries mingle still ; Hoarser the wind , and deeper sounds the rill , Yet lingering notes of sylvan music swell , The deep - toned cushat , and the ...
... noble Somerville , ' Beneath a shroud of russet dropp'd with gold Tweed and his tributaries mingle still ; Hoarser the wind , and deeper sounds the rill , Yet lingering notes of sylvan music swell , The deep - toned cushat , and the ...
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... noble and the bold Of Island chivalry . Around their prows the ocean roars , And chafes beneath their thousand oars , Yet bears them on their way : So chafes the war - horse in his might , That fieldward bears some valiant knight ...
... noble and the bold Of Island chivalry . Around their prows the ocean roars , And chafes beneath their thousand oars , Yet bears them on their way : So chafes the war - horse in his might , That fieldward bears some valiant knight ...
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... storm - distress'd Within a chieftain's hall . If not - it best beseems our worth , Our name , our right , our lofty birth , By noble hands to fall . " XXI . The helm , to his strong arm consign'd 36 Canto 1 . THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
... storm - distress'd Within a chieftain's hall . If not - it best beseems our worth , Our name , our right , our lofty birth , By noble hands to fall . " XXI . The helm , to his strong arm consign'd 36 Canto 1 . THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
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... to fame ; And these brief words have import dear , When sounded in a noble ear , To harbour safe , and friendly cheer , That gives us rightful claim . Grant us the trivial boon we seek , And we 4 * Canto I. 41 THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
... to fame ; And these brief words have import dear , When sounded in a noble ear , To harbour safe , and friendly cheer , That gives us rightful claim . Grant us the trivial boon we seek , And we 4 * Canto I. 41 THE LORD OF THE ISLES .
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... noble and the bold , Shunn'd by the pilgrim on the wold , And wanderer on the lea ! " - XXVII . " Bold stranger , no - ' gainst claim like thine , No bolt revolves by hand of mine , Though urged in tone that more express'd A monarch ...
... noble and the bold , Shunn'd by the pilgrim on the wold , And wanderer on the lea ! " - XXVII . " Bold stranger , no - ' gainst claim like thine , No bolt revolves by hand of mine , Though urged in tone that more express'd A monarch ...
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127 ページ - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...
351 ページ - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade and Strong hand that bears one.
348 ページ - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington, And lord of Langley-dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
126 ページ - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
125 ページ - Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa round.
348 ページ - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
363 ページ - Alas, the warp'd and broken board, How can it bear the painter's dye ! The harp of strain'd and tuneless chord, How to the minstrel's skill reply ! To aching eyes each landscape lowers, To feverish pulse each gale blows chill ; And Araby's or Eden's bowers Were barren as this moorland hill.
44 ページ - That man of loneliness and mystery Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
37 ページ - Beyond the shadow of the ship I watched the water-snakes ; They moved in tracks of shining white ; And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire — Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam ; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
136 ページ - Ours with one pang — one bound — escapes control. His corse may boast its urn and narrow cave, And they who loathed his life may gild his grave : Ours are the tears, though few, sincerely shed, When Ocean shrouds and sepulchres our dead.