The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Complete, Том 2Charles S. Francis, 1845 |
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... beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple geam , Away hath pass'd the heather - bell That bloom'd so rich on Needpath - fell : Sallow his brow , and russet bare Are now the sister - heights of Yare . The sheep , before ...
... beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple geam , Away hath pass'd the heather - bell That bloom'd so rich on Needpath - fell : Sallow his brow , and russet bare Are now the sister - heights of Yare . The sheep , before ...
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... beneath their summer hill , Stray sadly by Glenkinnon's rill : The shepherd shifts his mantle's fold , And wraps him closer from the cold ; His dogs no merry circles wheel , But , shivering , follow at his heel ; A cowering glance they ...
... beneath their summer hill , Stray sadly by Glenkinnon's rill : The shepherd shifts his mantle's fold , And wraps him closer from the cold ; His dogs no merry circles wheel , But , shivering , follow at his heel ; A cowering glance they ...
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... Beneath each banner proud to stand , Look'd up the noblest of the land , Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone . Spells of such force no wizard grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his ...
... Beneath each banner proud to stand , Look'd up the noblest of the land , Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone . Spells of such force no wizard grave E'er framed in dark Thessalian cave , Though his ...
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... beneath the stone , Where - taming thought to human pride ! -- The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , ' T will trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the ...
... beneath the stone , Where - taming thought to human pride ! -- The mighty chiefs sleep side by side . Drop upon Fox's grave the tear , ' T will trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT's the mournful requiem sound , And Fox's shall the ...
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... idly list the shrilling lay , With which the milkmaid cheers her way Marking its cadence rise and fail , As from the field , beneath her pail , She trips it down the uneven dale : Mecter for me , by yonder cairn , The ancient 30 MARMION .
... idly list the shrilling lay , With which the milkmaid cheers her way Marking its cadence rise and fail , As from the field , beneath her pail , She trips it down the uneven dale : Mecter for me , by yonder cairn , The ancient 30 MARMION .
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band Baron battle battle of Flodden beneath blast bold Border called CANTO Carle castle Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest fair fear fell fight fire Fitz-Eustace foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy Holy Island honour horse host James IV King James King's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance plain ride round royal rude Saint scarce Scot Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir Launcelot Sir Walter Scott spear squire steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Стр. 216 - 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. 217 - 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. 186 - For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Стр. 294 - 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. 276 - And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate : And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your...
Стр. 250 - The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face, Scrubb'd 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 frown'd on high, Crested with bays and rosemary. Well can the green-garb'd ranger tell How, when, and where, the monster fell ; What dogs before his death he tore, And all the baiting...
Стр. 247 - At lol more deep the mead did drain; High on the beach his galleys drew, And feasted all his pirate crew; Then in his low and pine-built hall...
Стр. 40 - 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. 27 - With dying hand the rudder held, Till, in his fall, with fateful sway, The steerage of the realm gave way ! Then, while on Britain's thousand plains One unpolluted church remains, Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's maddening sound, But still, upon the...
Стр. 166 - He was a man of middle age ; In aspect manly, grave, and sage. As on King's errand come ; But in the glances of his eye, A penetrating, keen, and sly Expression found its home...