The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Том 2James Eastburn & Company, 1818 |
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... Count Albert , and fair Rosalie . O see you that castle , so strong and so high ? And see you that lady , the tear in her eye ? And see you that palmer , from Palestine's land , The shell on his hat , and the staff in his hand ? " Now ...
... Count Albert , and fair Rosalie . O see you that castle , so strong and so high ? And see you that lady , the tear in her eye ? And see you that palmer , from Palestine's land , The shell on his hat , and the staff in his hand ? " Now ...
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... Count Albert , the gentle and brave ? When the crescent went back , and the red - cross rushed on , O saw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon ? " " O lady , fair lady , the tree green it grows ; O lady , fair lady , the stream pure it ...
... Count Albert , the gentle and brave ? When the crescent went back , and the red - cross rushed on , O saw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon ? " " O lady , fair lady , the tree green it grows ; O lady , fair lady , the stream pure it ...
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... Count Albert from Soldanrie's hand . Small thought had Count Albert on fair Rosalie , Small thought on his faith or his knighthood , had he ; A heathenish damsel his light heart had won , The Soldan's fair daughter of Mount Lebanon ...
... Count Albert from Soldanrie's hand . Small thought had Count Albert on fair Rosalie , Small thought on his faith or his knighthood , had he ; A heathenish damsel his light heart had won , The Soldan's fair daughter of Mount Lebanon ...
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... Count Albert was tame , When he saw in his terrors the Monarch of Flame . In his hand a broad falchion blue glimmered through smoke , And Mount Lebanon shook as the monarch , he spoke : " With this brand shalt thou conquer , thus long ...
... Count Albert was tame , When he saw in his terrors the Monarch of Flame . In his hand a broad falchion blue glimmered through smoke , And Mount Lebanon shook as the monarch , he spoke : " With this brand shalt thou conquer , thus long ...
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... Count Albert has armed him the Paynim among , Though his heart it was false , yet his arm it was strong ; And the ... Count Albert o'erthrew , Till he pierced the thick tumult King Baldwin unto . Against the charmed blade which Count ...
... Count Albert has armed him the Paynim among , Though his heart it was false , yet his arm it was strong ; And the ... Count Albert o'erthrew , Till he pierced the thick tumult King Baldwin unto . Against the charmed blade which Count ...
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ancient Ancram Moor arms army ballad band bard battle battle of Langside beltane blood bold Bothwellhaugh brow bugle CADYOW called castle chase Count Albert Count Julian countess of Dunbar courser crowned dark death distant Don Roderick dread earl Eildon Tree Ercildoun Evandale fair fame fate fear fell fire flame foes forest Glenfinlas GRAY BROTHER Hamilton hand Hark harp heard heart heaven Highland hill holy honour horn horse hound king lady ladye land light lord loud maid Merlin minstrel monarch Mount Lebanon mountain ne'er never night noble Note o'er pride prophecies prophetic queen regent roar Ronald's ruins rung Saint Saracens Saxon sayd scene Scotland Scots Scottish Selkirkshire shal slain sound Spain steed sword tale thee Thomas lay THOMAS THE RHYMER thou thunders tower tradition True Thomas Tweed valour verses warrior wave ween wild Wildgrave wind wonder Zaragoza
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Стр. 76 - Like the noise of chariots on the tops of mountains shall they leap, like the noise of a flame of fire that devoureth the stubble, as a strong people set in battle array.
Стр. 286 - In the proudly-arched chapel the banners are beaming; Far a-down the long aisle sacred music is streaming, Lamenting a chief of the people should fall. But meeter for thee, gentle lover of Nature, To lay down thy head like the meek mountain lamb, When 'wildered he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of his dam.
Стр. 111 - gainst the English yew, To lift the Scottish spear. Yet his plate-jack was braced, and his helmet was laced, And his vaunt-brace of proof he wore ; At his saddle-gerthe was a good steel sperthe, Full ten pound weight and more. The baron returned in three days...
Стр. 116 - In thy chamber will I be." — With that he was gone and my lady left alone, And no more did I see.' Then changed, I trow, was that bold baron's brow From the dark to the blood-red high ; ' Now, tell me the mien of the knight thou hast seen, For, by Mary, he shall die ! ' ' His arms shone full bright in the beacon's red light ; His plume it was scarlet and blue ; On his shield was a hound in a silver leash bound, And his crest was a branch of the yew.
Стр. 286 - And, oh, was it meet, that— no requiem read o'er him— No mother to weep, and no friend to deplore him, And thou, little guardian, alone stretched before him— Unhonour'd the Pilgrim from life should depart?
Стр. 175 - TRUE THOMAS lay on Huntlie bank ; A ferlie he spied wi' his ee ; And there he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine.
Стр. 118 - Now hail, now hail, thou lady bright !" ' ' Now hail thou Baron true ! What news, what news, from Ancram fight? What news from the bold Buccleuch ? "The Ancram Moor is red with gore, For many a Southron fell ; And Buccleuch has charged us, evermore To watch our beacons well.
Стр. 103 - Sight is an impression made either by the mind upon the eye, or by the eye upon the mind, by which things distant or future are perceived, and seen as if they were present.
Стр. 137 - Through the huge oaks of Evandale, Whose limbs a thousand years have worn, What sullen roar comes down the gale, And drowns the hunter's pealing horn ? Mightiest of all the beasts of chase, That roam in woody Caledon, Crashing the forest in his race, The Mountain Bull comes thundering on. Fierce, on the hunter's quiver'd band, He rolls his eyes of swarthy glow, Spurns, with black hoof and horn, the sand, And tosses high his mane of snow.
Стр. 115 - He turn'd him around, and grimly he frown'd, " Then he laugh'd right scornfully — — " He who says the mass rite, for the soul of that knight, " May as well say mass for me. " At the lone midnight hour, when bad Spirits have power, "In thy chamber will I be." — " With that he was gone, and my Lady left alone,