The Poetical Works of Walter Scott, Том 1Constable, 1820 |
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... , when the work was done , And changed the willow - wreaths to stone . The silver light , so pale and faint , Shewed many a prophet , and many a saint , Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in 6 48 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
... , when the work was done , And changed the willow - wreaths to stone . The silver light , so pale and faint , Shewed many a prophet , and many a saint , Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in 6 48 Canto II . THE LAY OF.
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... the chancel roof , And through the galleries far aloof ! No earthly flame blazed e'er so bright : It shone like heaven's own blessed light ; And , issuing from the tomb , Shewed the Monk's Canto II . 53 THE LAST MINSTREL .
... the chancel roof , And through the galleries far aloof ! No earthly flame blazed e'er so bright : It shone like heaven's own blessed light ; And , issuing from the tomb , Shewed the Monk's Canto II . 53 THE LAST MINSTREL .
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sir Walter Scott (bart.) And , issuing from the tomb , Shewed the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark - browed Warrior's mail , And kissed his waving plume . XIX . Before their eyes the Wizard lay , As if he had not been ...
sir Walter Scott (bart.) And , issuing from the tomb , Shewed the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark - browed Warrior's mail , And kissed his waving plume . XIX . Before their eyes the Wizard lay , As if he had not been ...
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... Shewed southern ravage was begun , IV . Now loud the heedful gate - ward cried- 66 Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Wat Tinlinn , from the Liddel - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his ...
... Shewed southern ravage was begun , IV . Now loud the heedful gate - ward cried- 66 Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Wat Tinlinn , from the Liddel - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his ...
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... shewed to me how I shulde repente myself : certayne I sore repente myselfe of what I have done . " - FROISSArt , vol , II . p . 195 . Note XVI , By wily turns , by desperate bounds , Had baffled Percy's best blood - hounds . - P . 28 ...
... shewed to me how I shulde repente myself : certayne I sore repente myselfe of what I have done . " - FROISSArt , vol , II . p . 195 . Note XVI , By wily turns , by desperate bounds , Had baffled Percy's best blood - hounds . - P . 28 ...
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ancient arms Baron Beattison beneath betwixt blood blood-hound Border Branksome Branksome's Buccleuch called CANTO castle Cessford chief clan courser cross Cumberland Dame dead Douglas Duke Earl Eildon hills English Erle Eskdale Eske Ettricke Ettricke Forest fair father Fawdon feud fire friends Gilpin Horner hall hand Harden Hawick heard highnes hill horse iron James Jedburgh king knight Knight of Liddesdale Ladye laid laird of Buccleuch Lancelot Carleton lances lands LAST MINSTREL Liddesdale Lord Cranstoun Lord Dacre loud magic Melrose Michael Scott Monk moss-trooper never noble Note o'er raven's nest ride rode round sayd Scotland Scots Scottish Scottish Border servant shewed shulde Sir Gilbert Elliot Sir Walter slain spear steed stone stood sword Teviot Teviotdale thee theyme theyre Thomas Musgrave thou tide Tinlinn tower Tweed tyme Virgilius Walter Scott warrior ween William of Deloraine wolde word wound
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Стр. 41 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Стр. 13 - Where she with all her ladies sate, Perchance he wished his boon denied : For, when to tune his harp he tried, His trembling hand had lost the ease Which marks security to please...
Стр. 10 - Stuart's throne ; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door ; And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp, a king had loved to hear.
Стр. 9 - 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. 48 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined : Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined, Then framed a spell when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Стр. 49 - Showed many a prophet, and many a saint, Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst, his Cross of Red Triumphant Michael brandished, And trampled the Apostate's pride. The moon-beam kissed the holy pane, And threw on the pavement a bloody stain.
Стр. 12 - And would the noble duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain, Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He thought even yet, the sooth to speak, That if she loved the harp to hear, He could make music to her ear.
Стр. 167 - But what had my youth with ambition to do ? Why left I Amynta...
Стр. 47 - The darkened roof rose high aloof On pillars, lofty, and light, and small : The key-stone, that locked each ribbed aisle, Was a fleur-de-lys, or a quatre-feuille ; The corbells* were carved grotesque and grim; And the pillars, with clustered shafts so trim, With base and with capital flourished around, Seemed bundles of lances which garlands had bound.
Стр. 17 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright Neither by day nor yet by night • They lay down to rest, With corslet laced, Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.