The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Complete, Том 2Charles S. Francis, 1845 |
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... close fight a champion grim , In camps a leader sage . VI . Well was he arm'd from head to heel , In mail and plate of Milan steel ; 1 ' The artists of Milan were famous in the middle ages for their skill in armoury , as appears from ...
... close fight a champion grim , In camps a leader sage . VI . Well was he arm'd from head to heel , In mail and plate of Milan steel ; 1 ' The artists of Milan were famous in the middle ages for their skill in armoury , as appears from ...
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... close , Hemm'd in by battlement and fosse , And many a darksome tower ; And better loves my lady bright To sit in liberty and light , In fair Queen Margaret's bower . We hold our greyhound in our hand , Our falcon on our glove ; But ...
... close , Hemm'd in by battlement and fosse , And many a darksome tower ; And better loves my lady bright To sit in liberty and light , In fair Queen Margaret's bower . We hold our greyhound in our hand , Our falcon on our glove ; But ...
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... Close to my side , with what delight They press'd to hear of Wallace wight , When , pointing to his airy mound , I call'd his ramparts holy ground ! 3 Kindled their brows to hear me speak ; And I have smiled , to feel my cheek , Despite ...
... Close to my side , with what delight They press'd to hear of Wallace wight , When , pointing to his airy mound , I call'd his ramparts holy ground ! 3 Kindled their brows to hear me speak ; And I have smiled , to feel my cheek , Despite ...
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... close ; Then , answering from the sandy shore , Half - drown'd amid the breakers ' roar , According chorus rose : Down to the haven of the Isle , The monks and nuns in order file , From Cuthberts cloisters grim ; Banner , and cross , 88 ...
... close ; Then , answering from the sandy shore , Half - drown'd amid the breakers ' roar , According chorus rose : Down to the haven of the Isle , The monks and nuns in order file , From Cuthberts cloisters grim ; Banner , and cross , 88 ...
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... close ; And when revolves , in time's sure change , The hour of Germany's revenge , When , breathing fury for her sake , Some new Arminius shall awake , Her champion , ere he strike , shall come To whet his sword on BRUNSWICK'S tomb ...
... close ; And when revolves , in time's sure change , The hour of Germany's revenge , When , breathing fury for her sake , Some new Arminius shall awake , Her champion , ere he strike , shall come To whet his sword on BRUNSWICK'S tomb ...
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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...