The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet: Ed. with a Careful Revision of the TextTicknor, 1888 - Всего страниц: 646 |
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... 513 Cadyow Castle MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . The Violet . To a Lady . • The Bard's Incantation Hellvellyn . The Dying Bard . The Norman Horse - Shoe The Maid of Toro The Palmer MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . The Search for Happiness ; or , X CONTENTS .
... 513 Cadyow Castle MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . The Violet . To a Lady . • The Bard's Incantation Hellvellyn . The Dying Bard . The Norman Horse - Shoe The Maid of Toro The Palmer MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . The Search for Happiness ; or , X CONTENTS .
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... horse did Marmion spring Soon as he saw the Lion - King " .. 131 95 " It chanced a gliding sail she spied " . 132 • 97 " Wilton himself before her stood ! " • • 133 98 100 ΙΟΙ " The rest were all in Twisel glen " " The steed along the ...
... horse did Marmion spring Soon as he saw the Lion - King " .. 131 95 " It chanced a gliding sail she spied " . 132 • 97 " Wilton himself before her stood ! " • • 133 98 100 ΙΟΙ " The rest were all in Twisel glen " " The steed along the ...
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... horse sunk low , And the water broke o'er the saddle - bow : Above the foaming tide , I ween , Scarce half the charger's neck was seen ; For he was barded from counter to tail , And the rider was armed complete in mail ; Never heavier ...
... horse sunk low , And the water broke o'er the saddle - bow : Above the foaming tide , I ween , Scarce half the charger's neck was seen ; For he was barded from counter to tail , And the rider was armed complete in mail ; Never heavier ...
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... horse's tail , And his plumes went scattering on the gale ; The tough ash spear , so stout and true , Into a thousand flinders flew . But Cranstoun's lance , of more avail , Pierced through , like silk , the Borderer's mail ; Through ...
... horse's tail , And his plumes went scattering on the gale ; The tough ash spear , so stout and true , Into a thousand flinders flew . But Cranstoun's lance , of more avail , Pierced through , like silk , the Borderer's mail ; Through ...
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... horse to escape upon . ' A glad man then was Branksome bold , Down he flung him the purse of gold ; To Eskdale soon he spurred amain , And with him five hundred riders has ta'en . He left his merrymen in the mist of the hill. 30 SCOTT'S ...
... horse to escape upon . ' A glad man then was Branksome bold , Down he flung him the purse of gold ; To Eskdale soon he spurred amain , And with him five hundred riders has ta'en . He left his merrymen in the mist of the hill. 30 SCOTT'S ...
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Стр. 48 - 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; 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,...
Стр. 118 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
Стр. 531 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.
Стр. 118 - The bride kissed the goblet; the Knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — "Now tread we a measure,
Стр. 118 - Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." 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. 118 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the 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. So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, Among bride's-men and kinsmen, and brothers and all.
Стр. 64 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone ; The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loophole grates where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
Стр. 512 - 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. 156 - In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, And islands that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains that like giants stand To sentinel enchanted land.
Стр. 152 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky; A moment gazed adown the dale, A moment snuffed the tainted gale, A moment...