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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... Hath caught it , though no human ear , Unsharpen'd by revenge and fear , Could e'er distinguish horse's clank , Until it reach'd the castle - bank . Now nigh and plain the sound appears , The warder's challenge now he hears , Then ...
... Hath caught it , though no human ear , Unsharpen'd by revenge and fear , Could e'er distinguish horse's clank , Until it reach'd the castle - bank . Now nigh and plain the sound appears , The warder's challenge now he hears , Then ...
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... ? Start not - it is not my design , But , if it were , weak fence were thine ; And , trust me , that , in time of need , This hand hath done more desperate deed . Go , haste and rouse thy slumbering son ; Time 32 CANTO I. ROKEB Y.
... ? Start not - it is not my design , But , if it were , weak fence were thine ; And , trust me , that , in time of need , This hand hath done more desperate deed . Go , haste and rouse thy slumbering son ; Time 32 CANTO I. ROKEB Y.
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... hath stray'd , Yet long'd for Roslin's magic glade ? Who , wandering there , hath sought to change Even for that vale so stern and strange , Where Cartland's crags , fantastic rent , Through her green copse like spires are sent ? Yet ...
... hath stray'd , Yet long'd for Roslin's magic glade ? Who , wandering there , hath sought to change Even for that vale so stern and strange , Where Cartland's crags , fantastic rent , Through her green copse like spires are sent ? Yet ...
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... hath thy sire my trust betray'd ? If so❞ — Ere , starting from his dream , That turn'd upon a gentler theme , Wilfrid had roused him to reply , Bertram sprung forward , shouting high , " Whate'er thou art , thou now shalt stand ! " And ...
... hath thy sire my trust betray'd ? If so❞ — Ere , starting from his dream , That turn'd upon a gentler theme , Wilfrid had roused him to reply , Bertram sprung forward , shouting high , " Whate'er thou art , thou now shalt stand ! " And ...
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... hath said that Denzil's name From Rokeby's band was razed with shame . " . " A shame I owe that hot O'Neale , Who told his knight , in peevish zeal , Of my marauding on the clowns Of Calverley and Bradford downs . I reck not . In a war ...
... hath said that Denzil's name From Rokeby's band was razed with shame . " . " A shame I owe that hot O'Neale , Who told his knight , in peevish zeal , Of my marauding on the clowns Of Calverley and Bradford downs . I reck not . In a war ...
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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...