The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottThomas Y. Crowell, 1894 - Всего страниц: 770 |
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... Brand ; " and some memories are sure to hold Cleveland's song ; and more will recall the stately measure and the pathos of " I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn ; " and others still , the wild ballad of Elspeth , in " The ...
... Brand ; " and some memories are sure to hold Cleveland's song ; and more will recall the stately measure and the pathos of " I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn ; " and others still , the wild ballad of Elspeth , in " The ...
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... brand . On Minto - crags the moonbeams glint , Where Barnhill hew'd his bed of flint ; Who flung his outlaw'd limbs to rest , Where falcons hang their giddy nest , Mid cliffs , from whence his eagle eye For many a league his prey could ...
... brand . On Minto - crags the moonbeams glint , Where Barnhill hew'd his bed of flint ; Who flung his outlaw'd limbs to rest , Where falcons hang their giddy nest , Mid cliffs , from whence his eagle eye For many a league his prey could ...
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... brand , And ruddy blush'd the heaven : For a sheet of flame , from the turret high , Waved like a blood - flag on the sky , All flaring and uneven ; And soon a score of fires , I ween , From height , and hill , and cliff , were seen ...
... brand , And ruddy blush'd the heaven : For a sheet of flame , from the turret high , Waved like a blood - flag on the sky , All flaring and uneven ; And soon a score of fires , I ween , From height , and hill , and cliff , were seen ...
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... brand . * X. Scotts of Eskdale , a stalwart band , Came trooping down the Todshawhill ; By the sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold it still . Harken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale . - Earl ...
... brand . * X. Scotts of Eskdale , a stalwart band , Came trooping down the Todshawhill ; By the sword they won their land , And by the sword they hold it still . Harken , Ladye , to the tale , How thy sires won fair Eskdale . - Earl ...
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... brand , And all yon mercenary band , Upon the bounds of fair Scotland ? My Ladye redes you swith * return ; And , if but one poor straw you burn , Or do our towers so much molest , As scare one swallow from her nest , St. Mary ! but we ...
... brand , And all yon mercenary band , Upon the bounds of fair Scotland ? My Ladye redes you swith * return ; And , if but one poor straw you burn , Or do our towers so much molest , As scare one swallow from her nest , St. Mary ! but we ...
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Abbess ancient arms band battle beneath blood blood-hound bold Border bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave breast bright broadsword brow CANTO castle Chief clan Clare courser crest Dame dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread e'er Ellen Eskdale Ettrick Forest fair falchion fear fell Fitz-Eustace gallant glance glen grace Græme gray hall hand harp hast hear heard heart heaven hill holy King knight Lady Ladye lake lance land Liddesdale Lindisfarne Loch Katrine lonely look'd Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry Mickledale Minstrel moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pass'd poem pride proud rest ride rode Roderick rose round rude rung Saint Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scotland's Scott Scottish seem'd show'd sire song sound spear spoke squire steed stood sword tale tell thee thine thou thought tide toil tower Twas warrior wave WAVERLEY NOVELS ween wild
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Стр. 97 - 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. 96 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Стр. 40 - 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!
Стр. 96 - 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...
Стр. 131 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Стр. 115 - King James did rushing come. — Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. — They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth, And...
Стр. 128 - With head upraised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Стр. 34 - CALL it not vain :— they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Стр. 9 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His withered cheek, and tresses gray. Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the bards was he. Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest...
Стр. 73 - Glared through the window's rusty bars, And ever, by the winter hearth, Old tales I heard of woe or mirth, Of lovers' slights, of ladies' charms, Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While...