The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, 第 4 巻1822 |
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... live to see thee grace , In Scotland's court , thy birth - right place , To see my favourite's step advance , The lightest in the courtly dance , The cause of every gallant's sigh , And leading star of every eye , And theme of every ...
... live to see thee grace , In Scotland's court , thy birth - right place , To see my favourite's step advance , The lightest in the courtly dance , The cause of every gallant's sigh , And leading star of every eye , And theme of every ...
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... d of their force , Wait , on the verge of dark eternity , Like stranded wrecks , the tide returning hoarse , To sweep them from our sight ! Time rolls his cease- less course . Yet live there still who can remember well , How.
... d of their force , Wait , on the verge of dark eternity , Like stranded wrecks , the tide returning hoarse , To sweep them from our sight ! Time rolls his cease- less course . Yet live there still who can remember well , How.
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Walter Scott. Yet live there still who can remember well , How , when a mountain chief his bugle blew , Both field and forest , dingle , cliff , and dell , And solitary heath , the signal knew ; And fast the faithful clan around him drew ...
Walter Scott. Yet live there still who can remember well , How , when a mountain chief his bugle blew , Both field and forest , dingle , cliff , and dell , And solitary heath , the signal knew ; And fast the faithful clan around him drew ...
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... live - long yesternight , Shifting like flashes darted forth By the red streamers of the north ; I mark'd at morn how close they ride , Thick moor'd by the lone islet's side , Like wild - ducks couching in the fen , When stoops the hawk ...
... live - long yesternight , Shifting like flashes darted forth By the red streamers of the north ; I mark'd at morn how close they ride , Thick moor'd by the lone islet's side , Like wild - ducks couching in the fen , When stoops the hawk ...
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... live so cheerily . " It was a stag , a stag of ten , Bearing his branches sturdily ; He came stately down the glen , Ever sing hardily , hardily . * Having ten branches on his antlers . " It was there he met with a wounded doe Canto IV ...
... live so cheerily . " It was a stag , a stag of ten , Bearing his branches sturdily ; He came stately down the glen , Ever sing hardily , hardily . * Having ten branches on his antlers . " It was there he met with a wounded doe Canto IV ...
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agen arms ballad band battle beneath Bevis of Hampton blade blood bold brand brave breast broad-sword brow called CANTO castle chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliffs courser Dæmon death deep deer desperate Douglas dread Duergar e'er Earl Earl of Angus Ellen fair fairy fear Fiery Cross fire Fitz-James Gael gallant glance glen grace grey hand harp head hear heard heart heath Highland hill horn hounds isle James John Gunn King king's LADY lake land Lord loud Lowland Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise merry minstrel morning mountain ne'er night noble Note o'er Perceforest pibroch plaid pride rock Roderick Dhu round Rowland Yorke Saint Modan Saxon Scotland Scottish Scottish Highlander seem'd side sire Skofnung snood song sound speed stag steed Stirling stood stranger sword tear thee thine thou tide turn'd Twas Urisk warrior wave wild yonder
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124 ページ - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font, reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
121 ページ - The fisherman forsook the strand, The swarthy smith took dirk and brand; With changed cheer the mower blithe Left in the half-cut...
105 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.
217 ページ - I thank thee, Roderick, for the word ! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; For I have sworn this braid to stain In the best blood that warms thy vein. Now, truce, farewell ! and ruth, begone ! — Yet think not that by thee alone, Proud Chief ! can courtesy be shown ; Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast. But fear not — doubt not — which thou wilt — We try this quarrel hilt...
20 ページ - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle; Round many an insulated mass, The native bulwarks of the pass, Huge as the tower which builders vain Presumptuous piled on Shinar's plain.
200 ページ - The rugged mountain's scanty cloak Was dwarfish shrubs of birch and oak, With shingles bare, and cliffs between, And patches bright of bracken green, And heather black, that waved so high, It held the copse in rivalry.
210 ページ - Each warrior vanished where he stood, In broom or bracken, heath or wood; Sunk brand, and spear, and bended bow, In osiers pale and copses low: It seemed as if their mother Earth Had swallowed up her warlike birth.
170 ページ - Like the idle gleam that December's beam Can dart on ice and snow. ' And fading, like that varied gleam, Is our inconstant shape, Who now like knight and lady seem, And now like dwarf and ape. ' It was between the night and day, When the Fairy King has power, That I sunk down in a sinful fray, And 'twixt life and death was snatch'd away To the joyless elfin bower.
46 ページ - Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done ; While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not, with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
15 ページ - Who shunned to stem the flooded Teith, — For twice, that day, from shore to shore, The gallant Stag swam stoutly o'er. Few were the stragglers, following far, That reached the lake of Vennachar ; And when the Brigg of Turk was won, The headmost Horseman rode alone.