The poetical works of Walter Scott, 第 5 巻 |
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) Headlong to plunge himself below , And meet the worst his fears foreshow ? Thus , Ellen , dizzy and astound , As sudden ruin yawn'd around , By crossing terrors wildly toss'd , Still for the Douglas fearing most ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) Headlong to plunge himself below , And meet the worst his fears foreshow ? Thus , Ellen , dizzy and astound , As sudden ruin yawn'd around , By crossing terrors wildly toss'd , Still for the Douglas fearing most ...
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... meet agen.- Chieftain ! we too shall find an hour . " - He said , and left the sylvan bower . XXXVI . Old Allan follow'd to the strand , ( Such was the Douglas's command , ) And anxious told , how , on the morn , The stern Sir Roderick ...
... meet agen.- Chieftain ! we too shall find an hour . " - He said , and left the sylvan bower . XXXVI . Old Allan follow'd to the strand , ( Such was the Douglas's command , ) And anxious told , how , on the morn , The stern Sir Roderick ...
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... meet , ere yet abroad The Cross of Fire should take its road . - The shrinking band stood oft aghast At the impatient glance he cast ; — Such glance the mountain eagle threw , As , from the cliffs of Ben - venue , She spread her dark ...
... meet , ere yet abroad The Cross of Fire should take its road . - The shrinking band stood oft aghast At the impatient glance he cast ; — Such glance the mountain eagle threw , As , from the cliffs of Ben - venue , She spread her dark ...
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... meet and know his Phantom Sire ! In vain , to sooth his wayward fate , The cloister oped her pitying gate ; In vain , the learning of the age Unclasp'd the sable - letter'd page ; Even in its treasures he could find Food for the 110 ...
... meet and know his Phantom Sire ! In vain , to sooth his wayward fate , The cloister oped her pitying gate ; In vain , the learning of the age Unclasp'd the sable - letter'd page ; Even in its treasures he could find Food for the 110 ...
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... glad mother in her ear Was closely whispering word of cheer . XXI . Who meets them at the church - yard gate ? — The messenger of fear and fate ! Haste in his hurried accent lies , And grief is THE LADY OF THE LAKE . Canto III .
... glad mother in her ear Was closely whispering word of cheer . XXI . Who meets them at the church - yard gate ? — The messenger of fear and fate ! Haste in his hurried accent lies , And grief is THE LADY OF THE LAKE . Canto III .
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agen Allan Alpine's ancient Angus aught bagpipe bard battle Bevis of Hampton blade blood bold brand brave breast broad-sword brow called CANTO chase chief Chieftain clan Clan-Alpine's cliff Coronach crest Dæmon death deep Douglas dread dream e'er Earl of Angus Ellen Ettrick forest fairy fear Fiery Cross fire Fitz-James friendly band friends gallant glance glen grace grey hand harp head hear heard heart heath hench-man Highland hill hounds hunting king LADY lake land Loch-Katrine Lord loud Macgregor maid maiden Malcolm Græme Malise martial midnight mingled minstrel morning mountain ne'er night Note o'er Perthshire pibroch plaid pride rest rock Roderick Dhu Saint Modan Scotland Scottish seem'd shallop side sire Skofnung sleep smiled snood song sounds speed stag steed stood stranger sword sylvan tear thee thine thou toil turn'd Twas Tynedale Urisk vision wake wave wild wind youth
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128 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.
48 ページ - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
49 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.
80 ページ - Moor'd in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise agen, Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!
81 ページ - Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe ! Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands ! Stretch to your oars, for the evergreen Pine...
208 ページ - ... seen above the middle, death is not to be expected for the space of a year, and perhaps some months longer ; and as it is frequently seen to ascend higher towards the head, death is concluded to be at hand within a few days, if not hours, as daily experience confirms.
207 ページ - At the sight of a vision, the eyelids of the person are erected, and the eyes continue staring until the object vanish. This is obvious to others who are by, when the persons happen to see a vision, and occurred more than once to my own observation, and to others that were with me.
23 ページ - And turned him from the opposing rock ; Then, dashing down a darksome glen, Soon lost to hound and hunter's ken, In the deep Trosach's wildest nook His solitary refuge took.
107 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 happed by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be!
17 ページ - The Stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill...