The poetical works of sir Walter Scott, Том 1 |
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... by his side , All in a wolf - skin baldric tied ; And his short falchion , sharp and clear , Had pierced the throat of many a deer . And ever comest to thy command , Our wardens had Canto III . THE LAST MINSTREL . 83.
... by his side , All in a wolf - skin baldric tied ; And his short falchion , sharp and clear , Had pierced the throat of many a deer . And ever comest to thy command , Our wardens had Canto III . THE LAST MINSTREL . 83.
Стр. 86
... wardens had need to keep good order : My bow of yew to a hazel wand , Thou'lt make them work upon the Border . Meantime , be pleased to come with me , For good Lord Dacre shalt thou see ; I think our work is well begun , When we have ...
... wardens had need to keep good order : My bow of yew to a hazel wand , Thou'lt make them work upon the Border . Meantime , be pleased to come with me , For good Lord Dacre shalt thou see ; I think our work is well begun , When we have ...
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... Warden of the strife.- Young Gilbert , let our beacon blaze , Our kin , and clan , and friends to raise . " - Bale , beacon - faggot . + Mount for Branksome , was the gathering word of the Scotts . XXVIII . Fair Margaret , from the ...
... Warden of the strife.- Young Gilbert , let our beacon blaze , Our kin , and clan , and friends to raise . " - Bale , beacon - faggot . + Mount for Branksome , was the gathering word of the Scotts . XXVIII . Fair Margaret , from the ...
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... Warden - raid . " * V. While thus he spoke , the bold yeoman Enter'd the echoing barbican . He led a small and shaggy nag , That through a bog , from hag to hag , † Could bound like any Billhope stag . It bore his wife and children ...
... Warden - raid . " * V. While thus he spoke , the bold yeoman Enter'd the echoing barbican . He led a small and shaggy nag , That through a bog , from hag to hag , † Could bound like any Billhope stag . It bore his wife and children ...
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... warden Lords , of you Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch , Why , ' gainst the truce of Border - tide , In hostile guise ye dare to ride , With Kendal bow , and Gilsland brand , And all yon mercenary band , Upon the bounds of fair Scotland ...
... warden Lords , of you Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch , Why , ' gainst the truce of Border - tide , In hostile guise ye dare to ride , With Kendal bow , and Gilsland brand , And all yon mercenary band , Upon the bounds of fair Scotland ...
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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...