Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott ...Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 559 ページ |
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... tide of war , But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor . The Duchess mark'd his weary pace , His timid mien , and reverend face , And bade her page the menials tell , That they should tend the old man well : For she ...
... tide of war , But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor . The Duchess mark'd his weary pace , His timid mien , and reverend face , And bade her page the menials tell , That they should tend the old man well : For she ...
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... tide of song were lost ; Each blank , in faithless memory void , The poet's glowing thought supplied : And , while his harp responsive rung , ' T was thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung . I. THE feast was over in Branksome tower . And the ...
... tide of song were lost ; Each blank , in faithless memory void , The poet's glowing thought supplied : And , while his harp responsive rung , ' T was thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung . I. THE feast was over in Branksome tower . And the ...
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... tide : Nor in her mother's alter'd eye Dared she to look for sympathy . Her lover , ' gainst her father's clan , With Carr in arms had stood , When Mathouse - burn to Melrose ran All purple with their blood ; And well she knew , her ...
... tide : Nor in her mother's alter'd eye Dared she to look for sympathy . Her lover , ' gainst her father's clan , With Carr in arms had stood , When Mathouse - burn to Melrose ran All purple with their blood ; And well she knew , her ...
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... tide , That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it the wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound ...
... tide , That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it the wind that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound ...
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... tide , December's snow , or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time , Moonless midnight , or matin prime : Steady of heart , and stout of hand , As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been , By England's ...
... tide , December's snow , or July's pride ; Alike to him was tide or time , Moonless midnight , or matin prime : Steady of heart , and stout of hand , As ever drove prey from Cumberland ; Five times outlawed had he been , By England's ...
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Abbotsford ancient arms band banner bard battle beneath blood blood-hound bold bower brand Branksome Hall brave breast bright broadsword brow Bruce castle chivalry clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight fire gallant glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill holy isle King King Arthur knight lady lake land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine lone Lord Marmion loud maid maiden mark'd minstrel morning Mortham Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble o'er pale pass'd pibroch poem pride Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby round rude Saint Saxon scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd show'd silvan sire song sought sound spear steed stern stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
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104 ページ - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd 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,
123 ページ - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
103 ページ - O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" "I long woo'd 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.
17 ページ - If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins grey.
140 ページ - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
42 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 ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentered all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
103 ページ - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
103 ページ - The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaffd off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She look'd down to blush and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar, "Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And...
492 ページ - Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Pibroch of Donuil Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil. 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. Leave untended the herd, The flock without shelter; Leave the corpse...
112 ページ - Scrubb'd till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn, By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high.