The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, Том 6Little, Brown, 1857 |
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Стр. 247 - Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, " Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Стр. 270 - And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, The tapers glimmer'd fair ; The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, And dame and knight are there. They sought her baith by bower and ha' ; The ladie was not seen ! She's o'er the Border, and awa' Wi
Стр. 105 - Yet hear but my word, my noble lord ! For I heard her name his name ; And that lady bright, she called the knight, Sir Richard of Coldinghame. " The bold Baron's brow then changed, I trow, From high blood-red to pale— "The grave is deep and dark — and the corpse is stiff and stark — So I may not trust thy tale. "Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain, Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain.
Стр. 236 - When, wildered, he drops from some cliff huge in stature, And draws his last sob by the side of his dam. And more stately thy couch by this desert lake lying, Thy obsequies sung by the grey plover flying, With one faithful friend but to witness thy dying, In the arms of Hellvellyn and Catchedicam.
Стр. 270 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale ; Young Frank is chief of Errington, And lord of Langley-dale ; His step is first in peaceful ha' His sword in battle keen ' — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Стр. 30 - 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 skirt 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. 181 - High o'er the sinner's humbled head At length the solemn silence broke ; And, from a cloud of swarthy red, The awful voice of thunder spoke. " Oppressor of creation fair ! Apostate Spirits' harden'd tool I Scorner of God ! Scourge of the poor ! The measure of thy cup is full.
Стр. 115 - The old people point out her monument now broken and defaced. The inscription is said to have been legible within this century, and to have run thus : Fair maiden...
Стр. 33 - For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o' that countrie. Syne they came on to a garden green, And she pu'd an apple frae a tree — " Take this for thy wages, true Thomas; It will give thee the tongue that can never lie." —
Стр. 179 - Still the Fair Horseman anxious pleads; The Black, wild whooping, points the prey: Alas ! the Earl no warning heeds. But frantic keeps the forward way. " Holy or not, or right or wrong, Thy altar, and its rites, I spurn; Not sainted martyrs' sacred song, Not God himself, shall make me turn!