The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. in Twelve Volumes: With All His Introductions and Notes, Various Readings and the Editor's Notes, Том 2Robert Cadell, 1848 - 823 стор. |
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... young REDMOND sprung ; Instant on earth the harness rung Of twenty men of Wycliffe's band , Who waited not their lord's command . Redmond his spurs from buskins drew , His mantle from his shoulders threw , His pistols in his belt he ...
... young REDMOND sprung ; Instant on earth the harness rung Of twenty men of Wycliffe's band , Who waited not their lord's command . Redmond his spurs from buskins drew , His mantle from his shoulders threw , His pistols in his belt he ...
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... young warriors set off against them to revenge the blood of a near relation . went through the most unfrequented and thick parts of the woods , as such a dangerous enterprise required , till he arrived opposite to the great and old ...
... young warriors set off against them to revenge the blood of a near relation . went through the most unfrequented and thick parts of the woods , as such a dangerous enterprise required , till he arrived opposite to the great and old ...
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... young Redmond speak A form more active , light , and strong , Ne'er shot the ranks of war along ; The modest , yet the manly mien , Might grace the court of maiden queen ; A face more fair you well might find , ' For Redmond's knew the ...
... young Redmond speak A form more active , light , and strong , Ne'er shot the ranks of war along ; The modest , yet the manly mien , Might grace the court of maiden queen ; A face more fair you well might find , ' For Redmond's knew the ...
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... young Redmond knew : And much he marvell'd that the crew , Roused to revenge bold Mortham dead , Were by that Mortham's foeman led ; For never felt his soul the woe , That wails a generous foeman low , Far less that sense of justice ...
... young Redmond knew : And much he marvell'd that the crew , Roused to revenge bold Mortham dead , Were by that Mortham's foeman led ; For never felt his soul the woe , That wails a generous foeman low , Far less that sense of justice ...
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... young Redmond , in his pride , 1 . ' The duty of the ranger , or pricker , was first to lodge , or harbour the deer ; i . e . to discover his retreat , as described at length in note , p . 124 , and then to make his report to his prince ...
... young Redmond , in his pride , 1 . ' The duty of the ranger , or pricker , was first to lodge , or harbour the deer ; i . e . to discover his retreat , as described at length in note , p . 124 , and then to make his report to his prince ...
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Сторінка 101 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins...
Сторінка 220 - With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls, now fix'd and now anon Flashing afar, — and at his iron feet Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done ; For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.
Сторінка 100 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws, In varied tone prolonged and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Сторінка 396 - For, faithful in death, his mute favourite attended, The much-loved remains of her master defended, And chased the hill-fox and the raven away. "How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber? When the wind waved his garments how oft didst thou start?
Сторінка 99 - Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa round.
Сторінка 327 - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.
Сторінка 70 - Through the rude bosom of the hill, And that each naked precipice, Sable ravine, and dark abyss, Tells of the outrage still. The wildest glen, but this, can show Some touch of Nature's genial glow ; On high Benmore green mosses grow, And heath-bells bud in deep Glencroe, And copse on Cruchan-Ben ; But here,— above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, VOL.
Сторінка 72 - He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow . Contending tempests on his naked head...
Сторінка 220 - They shall run like mighty men; they shall climb the wall like men of war; and they shall march every one on his ways, and they shall not break their ranks: neither shall one thrust another; they shall walk every one in his path: and when they fall upon the sword, they shall not be wounded.
Сторінка 129 - Allen-a-Dale has red gold for the winning. Come, read me my riddle ! come, hearken my tale ! And tell me the craft of bold Allen-a-Dale. The Baron of Ravensworth 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...