The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Complete in One Volume. With Introductions and Notes..Robert Cadell, St. Andrew Square., 1841 - 823 ページ |
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... seems the Lord of Mauny had , at a great tournament , unhorsed , and wounded to the death , a Gascon knight , of the house of Mirepoix , whose kins- man was Bishop of Cambray . For this deed he was held at feud by the relations of the ...
... seems the Lord of Mauny had , at a great tournament , unhorsed , and wounded to the death , a Gascon knight , of the house of Mirepoix , whose kins- man was Bishop of Cambray . For this deed he was held at feud by the relations of the ...
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... seems therefore to have been the devil who had tint , or lost , the little imp . As much has been objected to Gilpin Horner , on account of his being supposed rather a device of the author than a popular superstition , I can only say ...
... seems therefore to have been the devil who had tint , or lost , the little imp . As much has been objected to Gilpin Horner , on account of his being supposed rather a device of the author than a popular superstition , I can only say ...
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... seems to be of antiquity . Brompton informs us , that certain Irish wizards could , by spells , convert earthen clods , or stones , into fat pigs , which they sold in the market , but which always reassumed their proper form when driven ...
... seems to be of antiquity . Brompton informs us , that certain Irish wizards could , by spells , convert earthen clods , or stones , into fat pigs , which they sold in the market , but which always reassumed their proper form when driven ...
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... seem usually , though not universally , to have been sepulchral monuments . Six flat stones are commonly found in the ... seems to have been a barbarous imita- tion of the Roman fashion of sepulture . NOTE 2 V. For pathless marsh and ...
... seem usually , though not universally , to have been sepulchral monuments . Six flat stones are commonly found in the ... seems to have been a barbarous imita- tion of the Roman fashion of sepulture . NOTE 2 V. For pathless marsh and ...
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... seems , carried off the daughter of a certain Soldan , and was anxious to secure his prize . " Than he thought in his mynde how he myghte marye hyr , and thought in his mynde to founde in the middes of the see a fayer towne , with great ...
... seems , carried off the daughter of a certain Soldan , and was anxious to secure his prize . " Than he thought in his mynde how he myghte marye hyr , and thought in his mynde to founde in the middes of the see a fayer towne , with great ...
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198 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.
121 ページ - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! ' She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
14 ページ - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
184 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.
177 ページ - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
36 ページ - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires! what mortal hand can e'er untie the filial band, that knits me to thy rugged strand!
184 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.
138 ページ - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and vast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march ; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his...
140 ページ - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
129 ページ - And carols roar*d with blithesome din ; If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note, and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery ; White shirts supplied the masquerade, And smutted cheeks the visors made ; But...