The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With prefatory notice by W. Sharp, 第 2 巻 |
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... Round and around the sounds were cast , Till echo seem'd an answering blast ; And on the Hunter hied his way , To join some comrades of the day ; Yet often paused , so strange the road , So wondrous were the scenes it show'd . XI . The ...
... Round and around the sounds were cast , Till echo seem'd an answering blast ; And on the Hunter hied his way , To join some comrades of the day ; Yet often paused , so strange the road , So wondrous were the scenes it show'd . XI . The ...
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... Round many a rocky pyramid , Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder - splinter'd 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 ...
... Round many a rocky pyramid , Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder - splinter'd 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 ...
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... round the promontory steep Led its deep line in graceful sweep , Eddying in almost viewless wave , The weeping willow - twig to lave , And kiss , with whispering sound and slow , The beach of pebbles bright as snow . The boat had touch ...
... round the promontory steep Led its deep line in graceful sweep , Eddying in almost viewless wave , The weeping willow - twig to lave , And kiss , with whispering sound and slow , The beach of pebbles bright as snow . The boat had touch ...
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... round With their long fibres swept the ground . Here , for retreat in dangerous hour , Some chief had framed a rustic bower . XXVI . It was a lodge of ample size , But strange of structure and device ; Of such materials , as around The ...
... round With their long fibres swept the ground . Here , for retreat in dangerous hour , Some chief had framed a rustic bower . XXVI . It was a lodge of ample size , But strange of structure and device ; Of such materials , as around The ...
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... round him gazed , And next the fallen weapon raised : - Few were the arms whose sinewy strength Sufficed to stretch it forth at length , And as the brand he poised and sway'd , 66 I never knew but one , " he said , " Whose stalwart arm ...
... round him gazed , And next the fallen weapon raised : - Few were the arms whose sinewy strength Sufficed to stretch it forth at length , And as the brand he poised and sway'd , 66 I never knew but one , " he said , " Whose stalwart arm ...
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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!