The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, 第 1 巻James Eastburn & Company, 1819 |
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... thee , To win the treasure of the tomb : For this will be Saint Michael's night , And , though stars be dim , the moon is bright ; And the cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave of the mighty dead . XXIII . " What he gives thee ...
... thee , To win the treasure of the tomb : For this will be Saint Michael's night , And , though stars be dim , the moon is bright ; And the cross , of bloody red , Will point to the grave of the mighty dead . XXIII . " What he gives thee ...
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... ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery , And the scrolls that teach thee to live and dies When distant Tweed is heard to rave , And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave , Then go --- but go alone the while --- Then 3 *
... ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery , And the scrolls that teach thee to live and dies When distant Tweed is heard to rave , And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave , Then go --- but go alone the while --- Then 3 *
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... thee by me ; Says , that the fated hour is come , And that to - night I shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb . " From sackcloth couch the monk arose , With toil his stiffened limbs he reared ; A hundred years had ...
... thee by me ; Says , that the fated hour is come , And that to - night I shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb . " From sackcloth couch the monk arose , With toil his stiffened limbs he reared ; A hundred years had ...
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... thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought them my heart within , A treble penance must be done . XIV . " When Michael ...
... thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three , And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone : But to speak them were a deadly sin ; And for having but thought them my heart within , A treble penance must be done . XIV . " When Michael ...
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... thee what thou hast to do , Or , warrior , we may dearly rue ; For those , thou may'st not look upon , Are gathering fast round the yawning stone ! " - Then Deloraine , in terror , took From the cold hand the mighty book , With iron ...
... thee what thou hast to do , Or , warrior , we may dearly rue ; For those , thou may'st not look upon , Are gathering fast round the yawning stone ! " - Then Deloraine , in terror , took From the cold hand the mighty book , With iron ...
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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!