The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Esq, Том 2James Eastburn & Company, 1818 |
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... ancient vault , near Toledo , the opening of which had been denounced as fatal to the Spanish monarchy . The legend adds , that his rash curiosity was mortified by an emblematical representation of those Saracens , who , in the year 714 ...
... ancient vault , near Toledo , the opening of which had been denounced as fatal to the Spanish monarchy . The legend adds , that his rash curiosity was mortified by an emblematical representation of those Saracens , who , in the year 714 ...
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... ancient gate - way bent his look ; And as the key the desperate King essayed , Low - muttered thunders the Cathedral shook , And twice he stopped , and twice new effort made , Till the huge bolts rolled back , and the loud hinges brayed ...
... ancient gate - way bent his look ; And as the key the desperate King essayed , Low - muttered thunders the Cathedral shook , And twice he stopped , and twice new effort made , Till the huge bolts rolled back , and the loud hinges brayed ...
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... ancient warrior heard or known ; Lightning and smoke her breath , and thunder was her tone . XXVII . From the dim landscape roll the clouds away- The Christians have regained their heritage ; Before the Cross has waned the Crescent's ...
... ancient warrior heard or known ; Lightning and smoke her breath , and thunder was her tone . XXVII . From the dim landscape roll the clouds away- The Christians have regained their heritage ; Before the Cross has waned the Crescent's ...
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... ancient reign ! Far other fate had Heaven decreed for Spain ; In vain the steel , in vain the torch was plied , New Patriot armies started from the slain , High blazed the war , and long , and far , and wide , And oft the God of Battles ...
... ancient reign ! Far other fate had Heaven decreed for Spain ; In vain the steel , in vain the torch was plied , New Patriot armies started from the slain , High blazed the war , and long , and far , and wide , And oft the God of Battles ...
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... ancient poetry , preserved in Wales , re- fers less to the history of the principality to which that name is now limited , than to events which happened in the north- west of England and south - west of Scotland , where the Bri- tons ...
... ancient poetry , preserved in Wales , re- fers less to the history of the principality to which that name is now limited , than to events which happened in the north- west of England and south - west of Scotland , where the Bri- tons ...
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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,