The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, 第 1 巻James Eastburn & Company, 1819 |
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... Teviot's maids and matrons lent : But o'er her warrior's bloody bier The Ladye dropped nor flower nor tear ! * The war cry , or gathering word , of a Border clan . Vengeance deep brooding o'er the slain , Had locked the 14 Canto I. THE ...
... Teviot's maids and matrons lent : But o'er her warrior's bloody bier The Ladye dropped nor flower nor tear ! * The war cry , or gathering word , of a Border clan . Vengeance deep brooding o'er the slain , Had locked the 14 Canto I. THE ...
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... Teviot's 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 ? * Scaur , a precipitous ...
... Teviot's 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 ? * Scaur , a precipitous ...
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... Teviot's tide , Chafing with the mountain's side , From the groan of the windswung oak , From the sullen echo of the rock , From the voice of the coming storm , The Ladye knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he ...
... Teviot's tide , Chafing with the mountain's side , From the groan of the windswung oak , From the sullen echo of the rock , From the voice of the coming storm , The Ladye knew it well ! It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke , And he ...
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... may I read their high decree ! But no kind influence deign they shower On Teviot's tide , and Branksome's tower , Till pride be quelled , and love be free . " XVIII . The unearthly voices ceased , And the heavy 18 Canto I. THE LAY OF.
... may I read their high decree ! But no kind influence deign they shower On Teviot's tide , and Branksome's tower , Till pride be quelled , and love be free . " XVIII . The unearthly voices ceased , And the heavy 18 Canto I. THE LAY OF.
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... look ; If thou readest , thou art lorn ! Better hadst thou ne'er been born . " XXIV . " O swiftly can speed my dapplegray steed , Which drinks of the Teviot clear ; Ere break of day , " the warrior ' gan Canto I. THE LAST MINSTREL . 21.
... look ; If thou readest , thou art lorn ! Better hadst thou ne'er been born . " XXIV . " O swiftly can speed my dapplegray steed , Which drinks of the Teviot clear ; Ere break of day , " the warrior ' gan Canto I. THE LAST MINSTREL . 21.
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ancient arms band banner Bard baron beneath betwixt Bewcastle blaze blood blood-hound Border bower Branksome Branksome hall Branksome's brave Buccleuch bugle called CANTO castle chapel Chief of Kintail Clair clan courser Cranstoun crest Cumberland dæmons Dame dark dead death Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus Eildon Hills English Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair on Carlisle fame Fawdon fight forest gallant hall hand harp head hear heard heart highnes hill horse Howard Jedburgh king Kintail Kirkwall knight Ladye laird lance lands LAST MINSTREL loud maid Melrose Michael MINSTREL moss-trooper Musgrave Naworth Castle ne'er noble Note o'er ride rode round Saint Cloud Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border shulde Sir William slain song spear steed stone stood sword tale Teviot's Teviotdale thee theyre Thomas Musgrave thou Tinlinn tower Twas Virgilius Walter Scott warrior wave wild William of Deloraine wound
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121 ページ - 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, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
142 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...
105 ページ - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
121 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...
29 ページ - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
34 ページ - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand, "Twixt poplars straight, the osier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
7 ページ - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
277 ページ - And lovers' ears in hearing ; And love, in life's extremity, Can lend an hour of cheering. Disease had been in Mary's bower And slow decay from mourning, Though now she sits on Neidpath's tower To watch her Love's returning.
282 ページ - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay!
122 ページ - Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!