The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, 第 1 巻James Eastburn & Company, 1819 |
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... smoke can spy , Which , curling in the rising sun , Showed southern ravage was begun . IV . Now loud the heedful gate - ward cried- " Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Wat Tinlinn , from the Liddle - side , Comes 70 Canto IV . THE LAY ...
... smoke can spy , Which , curling in the rising sun , Showed southern ravage was begun . IV . Now loud the heedful gate - ward cried- " Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Wat Tinlinn , from the Liddle - side , Comes 70 Canto IV . THE LAY ...
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Walter Scott. Wat Tinlinn , from the Liddle - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his lone gate , and prove the lock ; It was but last Saint Barnabright They sieged him a whole summer night ...
Walter Scott. Wat Tinlinn , from the Liddle - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his lone gate , and prove the lock ; It was but last Saint Barnabright They sieged him a whole summer night ...
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... Tinlinn show The tidings of the English foe : - " Belted Will Howard is marching here , And hot Lord Dacre , with many a spear , And all the German hagbut - men , * Who long have lain at Askerten : They crossed the Liddle at curfew hour ...
... Tinlinn show The tidings of the English foe : - " Belted Will Howard is marching here , And hot Lord Dacre , with many a spear , And all the German hagbut - men , * Who long have lain at Askerten : They crossed the Liddle at curfew hour ...
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... Tinlinn , thou shalt be his guide To Rangleburn's lonely side- Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line , That coward should e'er be son of mine ! " XV . A heavy task Wat Tinlinn had , To guide the counterfeited lad . Soon as the ...
... Tinlinn , thou shalt be his guide To Rangleburn's lonely side- Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line , That coward should e'er be son of mine ! " XV . A heavy task Wat Tinlinn had , To guide the counterfeited lad . Soon as the ...
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... Tinlinn's yew , And pierced his shoulder through and through . Although the imp might not be slain , And though the wound soon healed again , Yet , as he ran , he yelled for pain ; And Wat of Tinlinn , much aghast , Rode back to ...
... Tinlinn's yew , And pierced his shoulder through and through . Although the imp might not be slain , And though the wound soon healed again , Yet , as he ran , he yelled for pain ; And Wat of Tinlinn , much aghast , Rode back to ...
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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!