The poetical works of sir Walter ScottA. & C. Black, 1882 - Всего страниц: 823 |
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... ne'er to battle rode : And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch ; And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though stiff his hand , his voice though weak , He thought e'en yet ...
... ne'er to battle rode : And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch ; And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though stiff his hand , his voice though weak , He thought e'en yet ...
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... er couched Border lance by knee : Through Solway sands , through Tarras moss , Blindfold , he knew the paths to ... ne'er been born . " 24. " O swiftly can speed my dapple - gray S LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... er couched Border lance by knee : Through Solway sands , through Tarras moss , Blindfold , he knew the paths to ... ne'er been born . " 24. " O swiftly can speed my dapple - gray S LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... ne'er be known . Wouldst thou thy every future year In ceaseless prayer and penance drie , Yet wait thy latter end with fear- Then , daring Warrior , follow me . " 6. " Penance , father , will I none ; Prayer know I hardly one ; For ...
... ne'er be known . Wouldst thou thy every future year In ceaseless prayer and penance drie , Yet wait thy latter end with fear- Then , daring Warrior , follow me . " 6. " Penance , father , will I none ; Prayer know I hardly one ; For ...
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... ne'er spurred a steed ; Yet somewhat was he chilled with dread , And his hair did bristle upon his head . 17. " Lo , Warrior ! now , the Cross of Red Points to the grave of the mighty dead . Within it burns a wondrous light , To chase ...
... ne'er spurred a steed ; Yet somewhat was he chilled with dread , And his hair did bristle upon his head . 17. " Lo , Warrior ! now , the Cross of Red Points to the grave of the mighty dead . Within it burns a wondrous light , To chase ...
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... ne'er withstood , Though small his pleasure to do good . As the corslet off he took , The Dwarf espied the Mighty Book ! Much he marvelled , a knight of pride Like a book - bosomed priest should ride , He thought not to search or stanch ...
... ne'er withstood , Though small his pleasure to do good . As the corslet off he took , The Dwarf espied the Mighty Book ! Much he marvelled , a knight of pride Like a book - bosomed priest should ride , He thought not to search or stanch ...
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arms band battle bear beneath blood bold bore bound brand brave breast bright brow castle chief close cross dark dead death deep Douglas dread fair fear fell field fight fire Full gave give glance grace gray green hall hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hold hour King knew knight lady land light living lonely look Lord loud maid mark Marmion meet minstrel morning mountain ne'er never noble o'er once passed pride rest rock rose round Saint scarce seemed seen shore side song soon sought sound spear spoke stay steed stood strain strange stream sword tale tell thee thine thou thought tide Till tower true turned Twas voice wake warrior wave wild wind wood youth
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Стр. 50 - 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...
Стр. 103 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Стр. 49 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ! — If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Стр. 13 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Стр. 39 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Стр. 2 - Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door ; ' And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.
Стр. 103 - Eske River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby 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.
Стр. 1 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the bards was he Who sung of Border chivalry ; For, well-aday! their date was fled; His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
Стр. 235 - That swathes, as with a purple shroud, Benledi's distant hill. Is it the thunder's solemn sound That mutters deep and dread, Or echoes from the groaning ground The warrior's measured tread ? Is it the lightning's quivering glance That on the thicket streams, Or do they flash on spear and lance The sun's retiring beams...
Стр. 11 - 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 ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...