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... heart , that glow of sympathy which none but a born poet can command . It is in description , of course , that Scott chiefly excels . Here is one more extract , a description of a Scotch winter : - " The sheep before the pinching heaven ...
... heart , that glow of sympathy which none but a born poet can command . It is in description , of course , that Scott chiefly excels . Here is one more extract , a description of a Scotch winter : - " The sheep before the pinching heaven ...
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... heart throbb'd high with " Your mountains shall bend , And your streams ascend , Ere Margaret be our foeman's bride ! " XIX . The Ladye sought the lofty hall , Where many a bold retainer lay , And , with jocund din , among them all ...
... heart throbb'd high with " Your mountains shall bend , And your streams ascend , Ere Margaret be our foeman's bride ! " XIX . The Ladye sought the lofty hall , Where many a bold retainer lay , And , with jocund din , among them all ...
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... heart , and Our Ladye's grace , At length he gain'd the landing - place . XXX . Now Bowden Moor the march - man won , And sternly shook his plumèd head , As glanced his eye o'er Halidon ; ‡ For on his soul the slaughter red Of that ...
... heart , and Our Ladye's grace , At length he gain'd the landing - place . XXX . Now Bowden Moor the march - man won , And sternly shook his plumèd head , As glanced his eye o'er Halidon ; ‡ For on his soul the slaughter red Of that ...
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... heart within , A treble penance must be done . XIV . " When Michael lay on his dying bed , His conscience was awakened : He bethought him of his sinful deed , And he gave me a sign to come with speed . I was in Spain when the morning ...
... heart within , A treble penance must be done . XIV . " When Michael lay on his dying bed , His conscience was awakened : He bethought him of his sinful deed , And he gave me a sign to come with speed . I was in Spain when the morning ...
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... heart was dead , And that I might not sing of love ? — How could I , to the dearest theme That ever warm'd a minstrel's dream , So foul , so false a recreant prove ! How could I name love's very name , Nor wake my heart to notes of ...
... heart was dead , And that I might not sing of love ? — How could I , to the dearest theme That ever warm'd a minstrel's dream , So foul , so false a recreant prove ! How could I name love's very name , Nor wake my heart to notes of ...
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ancient arms band battle bear beneath blood bold bound brave breast brow Bruce called castle chief close dark dead death deep Douglas dread Earl English fair faith fear fell field fight fire gave give glance grace grey hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill hold horse hour King knight lady land light live look Lord loud maid Marmion meet minstrel morning mountain ne'er never noble o'er once pass pride rest rock rose round Saint scarce scene Scotland Scottish seem'd seen side song soon sound spear steed stood strain strong sword tale tell thee thine thou thought tide Till took tower true voice wake warrior wave wild wind young youth
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Стр. 39 - 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 ! Still as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Стр. 85 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! 'She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Стр. 85 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 139 - Have, then, thy wish!"— he whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows ; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
Стр. 101 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Стр. 126 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Стр. 24 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Стр. 348 - Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain grey, Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming : And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay,
Стр. 247 - tis the Changeling) gave — "Dost thou not rest thee on my arm? Do not my plaid-folds hold thee warm ? Hath not the wild bull's treble hide This targe for thee and me supplied? Is not Clan-Colla's sword of steel ? And, trembler, canst .thou terror feel ? Cheer thee, and still that throbbing heart; From Ronald's guard thou shalt not part.
Стр. 361 - PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Wake thy wild voice anew, Summon Clan Conuil. Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one.