A selection from the works of sir Walter Scott. Ed. by M. Collins |
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... Proud Maisie ; " observing that this beautiful lyric " unites simplicity and dramatic power to a wildwood music of ... proudly up the lengthened lake ! What plaintive prophetic sadness in the songs Fitz - Eustace sings as XX PREFACE .
... Proud Maisie ; " observing that this beautiful lyric " unites simplicity and dramatic power to a wildwood music of ... proudly up the lengthened lake ! What plaintive prophetic sadness in the songs Fitz - Eustace sings as XX PREFACE .
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... are gleaming ; In the proudly - arch'd chapel the banners are beaming , Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming . Lamenting a Chief of the people should fall . R But meeter for thee , gentle lover of nature , HELLVELLYN . 3.
... are gleaming ; In the proudly - arch'd chapel the banners are beaming , Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming . Lamenting a Chief of the people should fall . R But meeter for thee , gentle lover of nature , HELLVELLYN . 3.
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... proud , Laugh'd to her friends among the crowd . He was of stature passing tall , But sparely form'd , and lean withal ; A batter'd morion on his brow ; A leather jack , as fence enow , On his broad shoulders loosely hung ; A border axe ...
... proud , Laugh'd to her friends among the crowd . He was of stature passing tall , But sparely form'd , and lean withal ; A batter'd morion on his brow ; A leather jack , as fence enow , On his broad shoulders loosely hung ; A border axe ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... proud , — From sea to sea the larum rung ; On Berwick wall , and at Carlisle withal , To arms the startled warders sprung . When ended was the dreadful roar , The elvish dwarf was seen no more ! Some heard a voice in Branksome Hall ...
... proud , — From sea to sea the larum rung ; On Berwick wall , and at Carlisle withal , To arms the startled warders sprung . When ended was the dreadful roar , The elvish dwarf was seen no more ! Some heard a voice in Branksome Hall ...
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agen band banner beneath blade blithe blood bold bonny brand brave bright Brignall Brignall banks brow CHAPTER cloth gilt County Guy dark deep Deloraine Douglas dusky ridge dying e'er Eskdale fair Farewell fear fell fire Fitz-James Flodden gallant glance glen grace grave grey hall hand hath heard heart heaven hill holy ISAAC D'ISRAELI King knight ladies land Lochinvar Lord Marmion loud maid maiden mark'd Marmion martin wild merry minstrel Monarch MOTTOES mountain ne'er Netherby never noble Norsemen numbers o'er pass'd pibroch plaid plain pride proud ring Roderick Dhu round royal Saint SAINT CUTHBERT Saint Ronan Saxon scarce Scotland Scotland's Scott screaming song seem'd shalt shines sing Sir Walter Scott sleep snood song soul sound spear speed steed stern stood stream strife sword tell thee thine tower turn'd Twas voice warrior wave wild wind
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83 ページ - 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...
84 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...
35 ページ - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, 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...
41 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...
192 ページ - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low no pride; He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide.
106 ページ - Dragg"d from among the horses' feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! . . . Young Blount his armour did unlace, And, gazing on his ghastly face, Said — " By Saint George, he's gone ! That spear-wound has our master sped, And see the deep cut on his head ! Good-night to Marmion." — " Unnurtured Blount ! thy brawling cease : He opes his eyes...
194 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.
169 ページ - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me yon knew.
84 ページ - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear. When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
102 ページ - Troop after troop are disappearing ; Troop after troop their banners rearing, Upon the eastern bank you see. Still pouring down the rocky den, Where flows the sullen Till, And rising from the dim-wood glen, Standards on standards, men on men, In slow succession still, And sweeping o'er the Gothic arch, And pressing on, in ceaseless march, To gain the opposing hill.