The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, 第 2 巻Little, Brown, 1857 |
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... waves are borne , When falls a mate in battle broil , His comrade heirs his portioned spoil ; When dies in fight a daring foe , He claims his wealth who struck the blow ; And either rule to me assigns , Those spoils of Indian seas and ...
... waves are borne , When falls a mate in battle broil , His comrade heirs his portioned spoil ; When dies in fight a daring foe , He claims his wealth who struck the blow ; And either rule to me assigns , Those spoils of Indian seas and ...
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... waves abroad , And clamoring joyful on her road ; Pointing where , up the sunny banks , The trees retire in scattered ranks , Save where , advanced before the rest , On knoll or hillock rears his crest , Lonely and huge , the giant Oak ...
... waves abroad , And clamoring joyful on her road ; Pointing where , up the sunny banks , The trees retire in scattered ranks , Save where , advanced before the rest , On knoll or hillock rears his crest , Lonely and huge , the giant Oak ...
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... wave , May hear the headlong torrent rave , And like a steed in frantic fit , That flings the froth from curb and bit , May view her chafe her waves to spray , O'er every rock that bars her way , Till foam - globes on her eddies ride ...
... wave , May hear the headlong torrent rave , And like a steed in frantic fit , That flings the froth from curb and bit , May view her chafe her waves to spray , O'er every rock that bars her way , Till foam - globes on her eddies ride ...
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... wave of old O'er the high feast of Baron bold , When revelled loud the feudal rout , And the arched halls returned their shout ; Such and more wild is Greta's roar , And such the echoes from her shore . And so the ivied banners gleam ...
... wave of old O'er the high feast of Baron bold , When revelled loud the feudal rout , And the arched halls returned their shout ; Such and more wild is Greta's roar , And such the echoes from her shore . And so the ivied banners gleam ...
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... , And through the softening vale below Rolled her bright waves , in rosy glow , All blushing to her bridal bed , Like some shy maid in convent bred ; While linnet , lark , and blackbird gay , Sing CANTO 11. ] 37 ROKEBY .
... , And through the softening vale below Rolled her bright waves , in rosy glow , All blushing to her bridal bed , Like some shy maid in convent bred ; While linnet , lark , and blackbird gay , Sing CANTO 11. ] 37 ROKEBY .
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60 ページ - Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green; I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen.' 'If, maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we, That dwell by dale and down. And if thou canst that riddle read, As read full well you may, Then to the greenwood shall thou speed, As blithe as Queen of May.' Yet sung she, 'Brignall banks are fair, And Greta woods are green; I'd rather rove with Edmund there,...
70 ページ - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. "This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
207 ページ - But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone...
59 ページ - I'm with my comrades met, Beneath the greenwood bough, What once we were we all forget, Nor think what we are now. CHORUS. " Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer queen.
229 ページ - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay ; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! His bright and' brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains ; Quenched is his lamp of varied lore That loved the light of song to pour ; A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! XII.
60 ページ - Brignall banks are fair, And Greta woods are gay ; I would I were with Edmund there To reign his Queen of May ! ' With burnish'd brand and musketoon So gallantly you come, I read you for a bold Dragoon That lists the tuck of drum.
61 ページ - Maiden! a nameless life I lead, A nameless death I'll die; The fiend whose lantern lights the mead Were better mate than I ! And when I'm with my comrades met Beneath the greenwood bough, — What once we were we all forget, Nor think what we are now.' Chorus 'Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer queen.
71 ページ - Ravensworth 3 prances in pride, And he views his domains upon Arkindale side. The mere for his net, and the land for his game, The chase for the wild, and the park for the tame ; Yet the fish of the lake, and the deer of the vale, Are less...
72 ページ - Allen-a-Dale. The father was steel, and the mother was stone ; They lifted the latch, and they bade him be gone ; But loud, on the morrow, their wail and their cry : He had...
152 ページ - Tis in the churchyard now — the tread Hath waked the dwelling of the dead ! Fresh sod, and old sepulchral stone, Return the tramp in varied tone. All eyes upon the gateway hung, When through the Gothic arch there sprung A horseman arm'd, at headlong speed — Sable his cloak, his plume, his steed.