A selection from the works of sir Walter Scott. Ed. by M. Collins |
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... voice of that mountainous North , is destined to hold its own through whatsoever changes English taste may undergo . Its thorough truth , its clear unaffected flow , its embodiment of all that is noblest in the romantic and chivalrous ...
... voice of that mountainous North , is destined to hold its own through whatsoever changes English taste may undergo . Its thorough truth , its clear unaffected flow , its embodiment of all that is noblest in the romantic and chivalrous ...
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... voice . His songs are lost : doubtless their melody was sad enough , as he pined for freedom , and for the land of his birth . Another King James , the gayest and least unfortunate of his doomed race , was also among the minstrels we ...
... voice . His songs are lost : doubtless their melody was sad enough , as he pined for freedom , and for the land of his birth . Another King James , the gayest and least unfortunate of his doomed race , was also among the minstrels we ...
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... time . science and of prose , the magic of their music is not lost utterly and if Scott had lived to hear the last sweet song from the lonely banks of Quair Water , he : might well believe that it was the voice of a viii PREFACE .
... time . science and of prose , the magic of their music is not lost utterly and if Scott had lived to hear the last sweet song from the lonely banks of Quair Water , he : might well believe that it was the voice of a viii PREFACE .
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... voice of a rare old minstrel , not of a learned professor . And what saw ye there at the bush aboon Traquair ? Or what did ye hear that was worth your heed ? I heard the cushies croon through the gowden afternoon , And the Quair burn ...
... voice of a rare old minstrel , not of a learned professor . And what saw ye there at the bush aboon Traquair ? Or what did ye hear that was worth your heed ? I heard the cushies croon through the gowden afternoon , And the Quair burn ...
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... voices of Scotland's hills and streams . His verse is cheery and strong , like the hunter's horn upon the mountain - side . He has no false statement , no discontent with things as they are , no pitiful quarrel with Omnipotence , no ...
... voices of Scotland's hills and streams . His verse is cheery and strong , like the hunter's horn upon the mountain - side . He has no false statement , no discontent with things as they are , no pitiful quarrel with Omnipotence , no ...
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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.