The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, 第 7 巻Little, Brown & Company; Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1857 |
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Anonymous arms Avenel bade beneath blood bold bonny bosom BOTHWELL CASTLE brae brave bright brow bugle cavern CHAP dance dark dead death deeds deep dread Earl Edinburgh Edinburgh Annual Erl-King fair Faire Quarrel farewell father fear Fingon fire frae glance gleam grace grave hand hath haunted hear heard heart HEART OF MID-LOTHIAN heaven honour hooded crow Kelpy Lady land light live look Lord loud maid maiden merry morn mortal MOTTOES mountain ne'er never night Norsemen o'er Old Play poor proud rose round roundelay Saint Cloud Scotland Scott sing sleep Solimaun song sorrow soul sound Staffa stern stream Sultaun sword tell Tewin thee There's thine thou hast thunder Tinwald tower twas Tybalt vengeance verse voice wake wave wild wild dance wind youth
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291 ページ - The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day, Sits hush'd his partner nigh ; Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, But where is County Guy ? ' The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear ; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born Cavalier. The star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o'er earth and sky ; And high and low the influence know — But where is County Guy...
193 ページ - But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning, and a shining light. Our...
270 ページ - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history : And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men + lie...
144 ページ - Twist ye, twine ye ! even so Mingle shades of joy and woe, Hope and fear, and peace, and strife, In the thread of human life.
209 ページ - Within this* awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries : Happiest they of human race, To whom their God has given grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, to force the way ; And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
86 ページ - O WHO rides by night thro' the woodland so wild? It is the fond father embracing his child; And close the boy nestles within his loved arm. To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm. "O father, see yonder! see yonder!" he says; "My boy, upon what dost thou fearfully gaze?" "O, 'tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud." "No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud.
133 ページ - Hie away, hie away, Over bank and over brae, Where the copsewood is the greenest, Where the fountains glisten sheenest, Where the lady fern grows strongest, Where the morning dew lies longest, Where the black-cock sweetest sips it, Where the fairy latest trips it ; Hie to haunts right seldom seen, Lovely, lonesome, cool and green, Over bank and over brae, Hie away, hie away. "Do the verses he sings...
7 ページ - The violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, May boast itself the fairest flower In glen or copse or forest dingle. " Though fair her gems of azure hue Beneath the dewdrop's weight reclining, I've seen an eye of lovelier blue More sweet through watery lustre shining. " The summer sun that dew shall dry. Ere yet the sun be past its morrow, Nor longer in my false love's eye Remained the tear of parting sorrow ! " In turning over a volume of MS.
7 ページ - THE violet in her green-wood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, May boast itself the fairest flower In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. Though fair her gems of azure hue, Beneath the dew-drop's weight reclining; I've seen an eye of lovelier blue, More sweet through wat'ry lustre shining.