The poetical works of sir Walter Scott, Том 3 |
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... blast ; Of taller race , the chiefs they own Were by the eagle's plumage known . The hunted red - deer's undress'd hide Their hairy buskins well supplied ; The graceful bonnet deck'd their head ; Back from their shoulders hung the plaid ...
... blast ; Of taller race , the chiefs they own Were by the eagle's plumage known . The hunted red - deer's undress'd hide Their hairy buskins well supplied ; The graceful bonnet deck'd their head ; Back from their shoulders hung the plaid ...
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... blast Aside the shroud of battle cast ; And , first , the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears ; And in the smoke the pennons flew , As in the storm the white sea - mew . Then mark'd they , dashing broad and far ...
... blast Aside the shroud of battle cast ; And , first , the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears ; And in the smoke the pennons flew , As in the storm the white sea - mew . Then mark'd they , dashing broad and far ...
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... blast of that dread horn , On Fontarabian echoes borne , That to King Charles did come , When Rowland brave , and Olivier , And every paladin and peer , On Roncesvalles died ! Such blast might warn them , not in vain , To quit the ...
... blast of that dread horn , On Fontarabian echoes borne , That to King Charles did come , When Rowland brave , and Olivier , And every paladin and peer , On Roncesvalles died ! Such blast might warn them , not in vain , To quit the ...
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... " And many a word that warlike lord Did speak to my lady there ; But the rain fell fast , and loud blew the blast , And I heard not what they were . " The third night there the sky was fair , 10 238 THE EVE OF SAINT JOHN .
... " And many a word that warlike lord Did speak to my lady there ; But the rain fell fast , and loud blew the blast , And I heard not what they were . " The third night there the sky was fair , 10 238 THE EVE OF SAINT JOHN .
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... blast was still , As again I watch'd the secret pair , On the lonesome Beacon hill . " And I heard her name the midnight hour , And name this holy eve ; And say , Come this night to thy lady's bower ; ' Ask no bold Baron's leave . ' He ...
... blast was still , As again I watch'd the secret pair , On the lonesome Beacon hill . " And I heard her name the midnight hour , And name this holy eve ; And say , Come this night to thy lady's bower ; ' Ask no bold Baron's leave . ' He ...
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Abbess ancient Ancram Moor arms army Auchendinny band Baron battle battle of Langside beard blast blood Blount bold Border Bothwellhaugh brand brave brow Buccleuch Cadyow CANTO FIFTH castle charge Chief Christmas Clare command cross dame dark deep Douglas E'en e'er Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Eske Evandale fair fame fell field fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden foes Glenfinlas Grey Brother hall Hamilton hand head heard heart Highland hill holy horse King James king's lady land light Lochinvar Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd Master of Angus Minstrel's Monarch Monk ne'er night noble Note o'er pallion pass'd Perchance Pitscottie Post and Pair prayer pride Queen rode ruins Saint Saint Hilda Scotland Scots Scottish seem'd shade slain spear squire St Fillan steed stood Surrey Surrey's sword tale Tantallon tell thee thou tide tower Twas vault wild Wilton wind
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Стр. 31 - Among bridesmen and kinsmen, and brothers and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), " O, come ye in peace here or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...
Стр. 30 - Oh ! 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. 134 - 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. 140 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their king. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell.
Стр. 32 - 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. 129 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered mid the foes.
Стр. 110 - On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age : Fierce he broke forth, — "And...
Стр. 132 - Unnurtured Blount ! thy brawling cease : He opes his eyes," said Eustace ; " peace ! " When, doffed his casque, he felt free air, Around 'gan Marmion wildly stare : — " Where's Harry Blount? Fitz-Eustace where ? Linger ye here, ye hearts of hare ! Redeem my pennon, — charge again ! Cry — ' Marmion to the rescue ! ' — Vain ! Last of my race, on...
Стр. 74 - Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frowned on high, Crested with bays and rosemary.
Стр. 110 - Not lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lake's level brim. And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. " Horse ! horse !" the Douglas cried, " and chase ! But soon he reined his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.