The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His LifeJ. Crissy ...; and, 1838 - 443 стор. |
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... hour is come , And that to - night I shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb . " From sackcloth couch the monk arose , With toil his stiffened limbs he reared ; A hundred years had flung their snows On his thin locks and ...
... hour is come , And that to - night I shall watch with thee , To win the treasure of the tomb . " From sackcloth couch the monk arose , With toil his stiffened limbs he reared ; A hundred years had flung their snows On his thin locks and ...
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... hour ; Far more fair Margaret loved and blessed The hour of silence and of rest . On the high turret sitting lone , She waked at times the lute's soft tone ; Touched a wild note , and , all between , Thought of the bower of hawthorns ...
... hour ; Far more fair Margaret loved and blessed The hour of silence and of rest . On the high turret sitting lone , She waked at times the lute's soft tone ; Touched a wild note , and , all between , Thought of the bower of hawthorns ...
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... hour , And burned my little lonely tower ; The fiend receive their souls therefor ! It had not been burned this year ... hours would bring to Teviot's strand Three thousand armed Englishmen . Meanwhile , full many a warlike band , From ...
... hour , And burned my little lonely tower ; The fiend receive their souls therefor ! It had not been burned this year ... hours would bring to Teviot's strand Three thousand armed Englishmen . Meanwhile , full many a warlike band , From ...
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... hour from peep of dawn ; When Deloraine , from sickness freed , Or else a champion in his stead , Should for himself and chieftain stand , Against stout Musgrave , hand to hand . XXXIV . I know right well , that , in their lay , Full ...
... hour from peep of dawn ; When Deloraine , from sickness freed , Or else a champion in his stead , Should for himself and chieftain stand , Against stout Musgrave , hand to hand . XXXIV . I know right well , that , in their lay , Full ...
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... hour Of Cranstoun's lord and Teviot's Flower . XXVI . She looked to river , looked to hill , Thought on the spirit's prophesy , Then broke her silence stern and still , - " Not you , but Fate , has vanquished me ; Their influence kindly ...
... hour Of Cranstoun's lord and Teviot's Flower . XXVI . She looked to river , looked to hill , Thought on the spirit's prophesy , Then broke her silence stern and still , - " Not you , but Fate , has vanquished me ; Their influence kindly ...
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Сторінка 93 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Сторінка 83 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Сторінка 97 - Edmund is down ; — my life is reft ; — The Admiral alone is left Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost — Must I bid twice ? — hence, varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Сторінка 83 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Сторінка 158 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends from heaven that fell Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their...
Сторінка 421 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Сторінка 21 - 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...
Сторінка 202 - 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 151 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Сторінка 150 - Sir Roderick marked — and in his eyes Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel. Short space he stood — then waved his hand: Down sunk the disappearing band; Each warrior...