The poetical works of sir Walter Scott, Том 1 |
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... rode . Even bearded knights , in arms grown old , Share in his frolic gambols bore , Albeit their hearts , of rugged mould , Were stubborn as the steel they wore . For the gray warriors prophesied , How the brave boy , in future war ...
... rode . Even bearded knights , in arms grown old , Share in his frolic gambols bore , Albeit their hearts , of rugged mould , Were stubborn as the steel they wore . For the gray warriors prophesied , How the brave boy , in future war ...
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... rode , Green hazels o'er his basnet nod ; He past the peel † of Goldiland , And cross'd old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dimly he view'd the Moat - hill's mound , Where Druid shades still flitted round : In Hawick twinkled many a light ...
... rode , Green hazels o'er his basnet nod ; He past the peel † of Goldiland , And cross'd old Borthwick's roaring strand ; Dimly he view'd the Moat - hill's mound , Where Druid shades still flitted round : In Hawick twinkled many a light ...
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... knee : High and majestic was his look , At which the fellest fiends had shook , And all unruffled was his face ; They trusted his soul had gotten grace . XX . Often had William of Deloraine Rode through the 54 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
... knee : High and majestic was his look , At which the fellest fiends had shook , And all unruffled was his face ; They trusted his soul had gotten grace . XX . Often had William of Deloraine Rode through the 54 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) XX . Often had William of Deloraine Rode through the battle's bloody plain , And trampled down the warriors slain , And neither known remorse or awe : Yet now remorse and awe he own'd ; His breath came thick ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) XX . Often had William of Deloraine Rode through the battle's bloody plain , And trampled down the warriors slain , And neither known remorse or awe : Yet now remorse and awe he own'd ; His breath came thick ...
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... rode Through Reedsdale's glens , but barely trod , He heard a voice cry , " Lost ! lost ! lost ! " And , like tennis - ball by racquet toss'd , A leap , of thirty feet and three , Made from the gorse this elfin shape , Distorted like ...
... rode Through Reedsdale's glens , but barely trod , He heard a voice cry , " Lost ! lost ! lost ! " And , like tennis - ball by racquet toss'd , A leap , of thirty feet and three , Made from the gorse this elfin shape , Distorted like ...
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Стр. 202 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Стр. 39 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Стр. 171 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land...
Стр. 48 - Some of his skill he taught to me ; And, Warrior, I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three, And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone...
Стр. 192 - The blackening wave is edged with white : To inch and rock the sea-mews fly ; The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite, Whose screams forbode that wreck is nigh.
Стр. 172 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Стр. 10 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost...
Стр. 193 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
Стр. 15 - Ten squires, ten yeomen, mail-clad men, Waited the beck of the warders ten; Thirty steeds, both fleet and wight, Stood saddled in stable day and night, Barbed with frontlet of steel, I trow, And with Jedwood-axe at saddle-bow; A hundred more fed free in stall:— Such was the custom of Branksome Hall.
Стр. 9 - Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft roll'd back the tide of war, But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor. The Duchess marked his weary pace. His timid mien, and reverend face, And bade her page the menials tell That they should tend the old man well...