The poetical works of sir Walter Scott, Том 6 |
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... heard Nor the voice of the song , nor the harp of the bard ; Or its strings are but waked by the stern winter gale , As they mourn for Mackenzie , last Chief of Kintail . From the far Southland border a Minstrel came forth , And he ...
... heard Nor the voice of the song , nor the harp of the bard ; Or its strings are but waked by the stern winter gale , As they mourn for Mackenzie , last Chief of Kintail . From the far Southland border a Minstrel came forth , And he ...
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... heard the thundering fray , The rout , the ruin , the dismay , When from the twilight glens away Clan Gillian drives the spoil . Woe to the hills that shall rebound Our banner'd bag - pipes ' maddening sound ; Clan Gillian's onset ...
... heard the thundering fray , The rout , the ruin , the dismay , When from the twilight glens away Clan Gillian drives the spoil . Woe to the hills that shall rebound Our banner'd bag - pipes ' maddening sound ; Clan Gillian's onset ...
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... heard the deep voice of the Lagan and Bann , And the pines of Clanbrassil resound to the roar , That wearies the echoes of fair Tullamore . Alas ! my poor bosom , and why should'st thou burn ? With the scenes of my youth can its ...
... heard the deep voice of the Lagan and Bann , And the pines of Clanbrassil resound to the roar , That wearies the echoes of fair Tullamore . Alas ! my poor bosom , and why should'st thou burn ? With the scenes of my youth can its ...
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... heard of our bards , and my soul was on fire At the rush of their verse and the sweep of their lyre : To me ' twas not legend , nor tale to the ear , But a vision of noon - tide distinguish'd and clear . Ultonia's old heroes awoke at ...
... heard of our bards , and my soul was on fire At the rush of their verse and the sweep of their lyre : To me ' twas not legend , nor tale to the ear , But a vision of noon - tide distinguish'd and clear . Ultonia's old heroes awoke at ...
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... heard this evening's tale . The plaided boatman , resting on his oar , Points to the fatal rock amid the roar Of whitening waves , and tells whate'er to - night Our humble stage shall offer to your sight ; Proudly preferr'd that first ...
... heard this evening's tale . The plaided boatman , resting on his oar , Points to the fatal rock amid the roar Of whitening waves , and tells whate'er to - night Our humble stage shall offer to your sight ; Proudly preferr'd that first ...
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Allen-a-Dale amid armie arms bade banks Barnard Barnard Castle battle beneath Bertram blood bold brand brave breast Brignal brow buccaneers called CANTO castle chase cheek Chief of Kintail cliffs command courser dæmon dark death deer Denzil desperate dread drew Earl English fair fear fierce fight foot gale gallant gave glance glow Greta woods grey hand hast hath hear heard heart horse hound hour Irish king Lond lone Lord loud Lunedale maid mantle Matilda mood Mortham ne'er nigh night Norsemen Note o'er O'Neale Oswald pale pride Risingham river Greta Robert Brackenbury rock Rokeby Rokeby's Roundheads Scotland Scottish Highlanders seem'd shew side Sir Thomas Fairfax sire smile song sought soul Stanmore steed stream sword tale Tanist Tees tell thee ther thine thou toil tower turn'd Twas victory voice wake wave ween wild Wildgrave Wilfrid wind wont young Redmond youth
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Сторінка 17 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away ; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd ; You shall see him brought to bay ; Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Сторінка 16 - Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay 'Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Сторінка 56 - ... pining, Till through her wasted hand, at night, You saw the taper shining. By fits a sultry hectic hue Across her cheek was flying ; By fits so ashy pale she grew Her maidens thought her dying. Yet keenest powers to see and hear...
Сторінка 318 - ... former customes of the countrey inviolable, and to deliver up the succession peaceably to his Tanist, and then hath a wand delivered unto him by some whose proper office that is ; after which, descending from the stone, he turneth himself round, thrice forwards and thrice backwards. " Eudox. But how is the Tanist chosen ? " Iren. They say he setteth but one foot upon the stone, and receiveth the like oath that the captaine did.
Сторінка 65 - Then woman's shriek was heard in vain, Nor infancy's unpitied plain, More than the warrior's groan, could gain Respite from ruthless butchery ! The winter wind that whistled shrill, The snows that night that cloked the hill, Though wild and pitiless, had still Far more than Southern clemency.
Сторінка 188 - Maiden ! a nameless life I lead, A nameless death I'll die ! The fiend, whose lantern lights the mead, Were better mate than I ! And when I'm with my comrades met, Beneath the greenwood bough, What once we were we all forget, Nor think what we are now.
Сторінка 188 - 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 47 - No distant baying reach'd his ears ; His courser, rooted to the ground, The quickening spur unmindful bears. Still dark and darker frown the shades, Dark, as the darkness of the grave ; ^ And not a sound the still invades, Save what a distant torrent gave.
Сторінка 64 - Their flag was furl'd, and mute their drum, The very household dogs were dumb, Unwont to bay at guests that come In guise of hospitality. His blithest notes the piper plied, Her gayest snood the maiden tied, The dame her distaff flung aside, To tend her kindly housewifery.
Сторінка 204 - 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 deer of the vale, Are less free to Lord Dacre than Allen-a-dale.