The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With prefatory notice by W. Sharp, 第 2 巻 |
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... , Honour'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow ; Loud should Clan - Alpine then Ring from the deepmost glen , " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu , ho ! ieroe ! " XXI . With all her joyful female band Had Lady 46 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
... , Honour'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow ; Loud should Clan - Alpine then Ring from the deepmost glen , " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu , ho ! ieroe ! " XXI . With all her joyful female band Had Lady 46 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
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... ring the grateful monarch gave , And bade , when I had boon to crave , To bring it back , and boldly claim The recompense that I would name . Ellen , I am no courtly lord , But one who lives by lance and sword , Whose castle is his helm ...
... ring the grateful monarch gave , And bade , when I had boon to crave , To bring it back , and boldly claim The recompense that I would name . Ellen , I am no courtly lord , But one who lives by lance and sword , Whose castle is his helm ...
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... ring ! for , hand to hand , The manly wrestlers take their stand . Two o'er the rest superior rose , And proud demanded mightier foes , Nor call'd in vain ; for Douglas came . -For life is Hugh of Larbert lame ; Scarce better John of ...
... ring ! for , hand to hand , The manly wrestlers take their stand . Two o'er the rest superior rose , And proud demanded mightier foes , Nor call'd in vain ; for Douglas came . -For life is Hugh of Larbert lame ; Scarce better John of ...
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... ring Of peers who circled round the King , With Douglas held communion kind , Or call'd the banish'd man to mind ; No , not from those who , at the chase , Once held his side the honour'd place , Begirt his board , and , in the field ...
... ring Of peers who circled round the King , With Douglas held communion kind , Or call'd the banish'd man to mind ; No , not from those who , at the chase , Once held his side the honour'd place , Begirt his board , and , in the field ...
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... ring , The royal pledge of grateful claims , Given by the Monarch to Fitz - James . " X. The signet - ring young Lewis took , With deep respect and alter'd look ; And said " This ring our duties own ; And pardon , if to worth unknown ...
... ring , The royal pledge of grateful claims , Given by the Monarch to Fitz - James . " X. The signet - ring young Lewis took , With deep respect and alter'd look ; And said " This ring our duties own ; And pardon , if to worth unknown ...
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73 ページ - 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. Fleet foot on the correi...
18 ページ - With head upraised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seem'd to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.
29 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.
9 ページ - The antler'd monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...
154 ページ - Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread ? Is it the lightning's quivering glance That on the thicket streams, Or do they flash on spear and lance The sun's retiring beams?
45 ページ - And near, and nearer as they row'd, Distinct the martial ditty flow'd. Song. Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Honour'd and bless'd be the ever-green Pine ! Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line...
28 ページ - No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan, or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans, or squadrons stamping.
61 ページ - Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and wither'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 ceaseless course.
122 ページ - Returned the chief his haughty stare, His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : " Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
79 ページ - The heath this night must be my bed, The bracken curtain for my head, My lullaby the warder's tread, Far, far, from love and thee, Mary; To-morrow eve, more stilly laid, My couch may be my bloody plaid, My vesper song thy wail, sweet maid! It will not waken me, Mary!