The poetical works of sir Walter ScottW.P. Nimmo, 1872 - Всего страниц: 665 |
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... meet the reverse with firmness . He put in serious execution a threat which he had playfully uttered to one of his own family even before the publication of the Lady of the Lake . " If I fail now , " said he , " I will write prose for ...
... meet the reverse with firmness . He put in serious execution a threat which he had playfully uttered to one of his own family even before the publication of the Lady of the Lake . " If I fail now , " said he , " I will write prose for ...
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... meet the consequent demands upon me , it was my duty and desire to place myself in a situation which would enable me to make honourable provision against the various contingencies of life . It may be readily supposed that the attempts ...
... meet the consequent demands upon me , it was my duty and desire to place myself in a situation which would enable me to make honourable provision against the various contingencies of life . It may be readily supposed that the attempts ...
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... meet rest , again began . CANTO SECOND . I. If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright , Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day , Gild , but to flout , the ruins grey . When the broken arches are black in ...
... meet rest , again began . CANTO SECOND . I. If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright , Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day , Gild , but to flout , the ruins grey . When the broken arches are black in ...
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... meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; " A wizard , of such dreaded fame , That when , in Salamanca's cave , Him listed his magic wand to wave , The bells would ring in Notre Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , Warrior , I could ...
... meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; " A wizard , of such dreaded fame , That when , in Salamanca's cave , Him listed his magic wand to wave , The bells would ring in Notre Dame ! Some of his skill he taught to me ; And , Warrior , I could ...
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... meet Baron Henry , her own true knight . XXVIII . The Knight and Ladye fair are met , And under the hawthorn's boughs are set . A fairer pair were never seen To meet beneath the hawthorn green . He was stately , and young , and tall ...
... meet Baron Henry , her own true knight . XXVIII . The Knight and Ladye fair are met , And under the hawthorn's boughs are set . A fairer pair were never seen To meet beneath the hawthorn green . He was stately , and young , and tall ...
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Стр. 211 - 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 ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Стр. 88 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Стр. 183 - 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 bride-maidens whispered, '"Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 206 - But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke : — " My manors, halls, and bowers, shall still Be open, at my Sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My 'castles are my King's alone, From turret to foundation-stone — The hand of Douglas is his own ; • And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Стр. 81 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Стр. 96 - There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle ; Each one the holy vault doth hold But...
Стр. 127 - know'st it well — nor fen nor sedge Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink, And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view...
Стр. 32 - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had call'd his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorn'd and poor, He begg'd his bread from door to door. And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.
Стр. 264 - 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. Fleet foot on the correi...
Стр. 257 - The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Loch Katrine blue ; Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees; And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy ; The mountain-shadows on her breast Were neither broken nor at rest ; In bright uncertainty they lie, Like future joys to Fancy's eye.