The Works of Walter Scott, Esq: Rokley; a poemLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, William Miller and John Murray, London; and for A. Constable and Company and John Ballantyne and Company Edinburgh, 1813 |
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... Hall ? Oft , by the Pringle's haunted side , The shepherd sees his spectre glide . And near the spot that gave me name , The moated mound of Risingham , Where Reed upon her margin sees Sweet Woodburn's cottages and trees , Some ancient ...
... Hall ? Oft , by the Pringle's haunted side , The shepherd sees his spectre glide . And near the spot that gave me name , The moated mound of Risingham , Where Reed upon her margin sees Sweet Woodburn's cottages and trees , Some ancient ...
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... hall on Greta banks , The Knight of Rokeby led his ranks , To aid the valiant northern Earls , Who drew the sword for royal Charles ; Mortham , by marriage near allied , — His sister had been Rokeby's bride , Though long before the ...
... hall on Greta banks , The Knight of Rokeby led his ranks , To aid the valiant northern Earls , Who drew the sword for royal Charles ; Mortham , by marriage near allied , — His sister had been Rokeby's bride , Though long before the ...
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... halls the event of fight ; For England's war revered the claim Of every unprotected name , And spared , amid its fiercest rage , Childhood and womanhood and age . But Wilfrid , son to Rokeby's foe , Must the dear privilege forego , By ...
... halls the event of fight ; For England's war revered the claim Of every unprotected name , And spared , amid its fiercest rage , Childhood and womanhood and age . But Wilfrid , son to Rokeby's foe , Must the dear privilege forego , By ...
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... halls return'd their shout , Such and more wild is Greta's roar , And such the echoes from her shore , And so the ivied banners gleam , Waved wildly o'er the brawling stream . 8 IX . Now from the stream the rocks recede , 58 CANTO II ...
... halls return'd their shout , Such and more wild is Greta's roar , And such the echoes from her shore , And so the ivied banners gleam , Waved wildly o'er the brawling stream . 8 IX . Now from the stream the rocks recede , 58 CANTO II ...
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... hall . No porter , by the low - brow'd gate , Took in the wonted nich his seat ; To the paved court no peasant drew , Waked to their toil no menial crew ; The maiden's carol was not heard , As to her morning task she fared ; In the void ...
... hall . No porter , by the low - brow'd gate , Took in the wonted nich his seat ; To the paved court no peasant drew , Waked to their toil no menial crew ; The maiden's carol was not heard , As to her morning task she fared ; In the void ...
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Allen-a-Dale arms bade band Barnard Barnard Castle battle beneath Bertram blood bold brand brave breast Brignal brow CANTO castle cheek cliff command comrades dæmon dale dark death Denzil dread Earl Earl of Newcastle Eglistone English Erin's fair fear fell fierce fight fire flame gallant gave glade glance Greta grey hall of Cynddylan hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven heir horse hour Irish king knew Lond look Lord loud Lunedale maid mantle Matilda minstrel Mortham ne'er nigh night Northumberland Note o'er O'Neale Oswald pale press'd pride Ralph Rokeby Risingham river Greta Rokeby's Scottish highlanders seem'd shew side Sir Thomas Fairfax sire smile song sought soul sound Stanmore steed stern stood sword tale Tanist Tanistry Tees tell thee thine thou tower turn'd Twas twine wild Wilfrid wont wood Wycliffe Wycliffe's Yafforth Young Redmond youth
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Сторінка 128 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green. — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. ' This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow Ere we two meet again.
Сторінка 113 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.
Сторінка 114 - I'm with my comrades met, Beneath the greenwood bough, What once we were we all forget, Nor think what we are now. Chorus "Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer queen.
Сторінка 130 - 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...
Сторінка 201 - Let dimpled mirth his temples twine With tendrils of the laughing vine; The manly oak, the pensive yew, To patriot and to sage be due; The myrtle bough bids lovers live But that Matilda will not give; Then, lady, twine no wreath for me, Or twine it of the cypress-tree!
Сторінка 149 - The tear, down Childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Сторінка 130 - He had laughed on the lass with his bonny black eye, And she fled to the forest to hear a love-tale, And the youth it was told by was Allen-a-Dale ! " Thou seest that, whether sad or gay, Love mingles ever in his lay.
Сторінка 181 - The sultry summer day is done. The western hills have hid the sun, But mountain peak and village spire Retain reflection of his fire.
Сторінка 111 - ... wouldst wend with me. To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we, That dwell by dale and down. And if thou canst that riddle read, As read full well you may, Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed, As blithe as Queen of May.
Сторінка 129 - XXX. Song. ALLEN-A-DALE. Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning, Allen-a-Dale has no furrow for turning. Allen-a-Dale has no fleece for the spinning, Yet 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...