The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Prefatory Notice, Biographical and Critical, 第 1 巻W. Scott, 1886 - 359 ページ |
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... brand he poised and sway'd , " I never knew but one , " he said , " Whose stalwart arm might brook to wield A blade like this in battle - field . " She sigh'd , then smiled and took the word : " You see the guardian champion's sword ...
... brand he poised and sway'd , " I never knew but one , " he said , " Whose stalwart arm might brook to wield A blade like this in battle - field . " She sigh'd , then smiled and took the word : " You see the guardian champion's sword ...
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... threatening eyes , The grisly visage , stern and hoar , To Ellen still a likeness bore.- He woke , and panting with affright , Recall'd the vision of the night . The hearth's decaying brands were red , And deep and 30 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
... threatening eyes , The grisly visage , stern and hoar , To Ellen still a likeness bore.- He woke , and panting with affright , Recall'd the vision of the night . The hearth's decaying brands were red , And deep and 30 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
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... brands were red , And deep and dusky lustre shed , Half showing , half concealing , all The uncouth trophies of the ... brand , But it must match the Douglas hand ? Can I not frame a fever'd dream , But still the Douglas is the theme ...
... brands were red , And deep and dusky lustre shed , Half showing , half concealing , all The uncouth trophies of the ... brand , But it must match the Douglas hand ? Can I not frame a fever'd dream , But still the Douglas is the theme ...
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... brand , of yore For Tine - man forged by fairy lore , What time he leagued , no longer foes , His border spears with Hotspur's bows , Did , self - unscabbarded , foreshow The footstep of a secret foe . If courtly spy hath harbour'd here ...
... brand , of yore For Tine - man forged by fairy lore , What time he leagued , no longer foes , His border spears with Hotspur's bows , Did , self - unscabbarded , foreshow The footstep of a secret foe . If courtly spy hath harbour'd here ...
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... brand ; I see him yet , the princely boy ! Not Ellen more my pride and joy ; I love him still , despite my wrongs , By hasty wrath , and slanderous tongues . O seek the grace you well may find , Without a cause to mine combined ...
... brand ; I see him yet , the princely boy ! Not Ellen more my pride and joy ; I love him still , despite my wrongs , By hasty wrath , and slanderous tongues . O seek the grace you well may find , Without a cause to mine combined ...
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74 ページ - But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber, Red hand in the foray, . ' How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever ! xvn.
45 ページ - And near, and nearer as they row'd, Distinct the martial ditty flow'd. Song. Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green Pine ! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line...
156 ページ - That swathes, as with a purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill. Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread ? Is it the lightning's quivering glance That on the thicket streams, Or do they flash on spear and lance The sun's retiring beams...
122 ページ - Returned the chief his haughty stare, His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : " Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
124 ページ - I ne'er delayed, When foeman bade me draw my blade ; Nay, more, brave Chief, I vowed thy death: Yet sure thy fair and generous faith, And my deep debt for life preserved, A better meed have well deserved : Can nought but blood our feud atone ? Are there no means...
62 ページ - The torrent show'd its glistening pride ; Invisible in flecked sky, The lark sent down her revelry ; The blackbird and the speckled thrush Good-morrow gave from brake and bush; In answer coo'd the cushat dove Her notes of peace, and rest, and love.
167 ページ - Midst furs and silks and jewels sheen He stood, in simple Lincoln green, The centre of the glittering ring, — And Snowdoun's Knight is Scotland's King!
351 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 glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
354 ページ - O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose ; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
121 ページ - From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows ; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe ; From shingles grey their lances start ; The bracken bush sends forth the dart ; The rushes and the willow-wand Are bristling into axe and brand ; And every tuft of broom gives life To plaided warrior armed for strife.