The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His LifeJ. Crissy ...; and, 1838 - Всего страниц: 443 |
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... Douglas - and the immovable Bala- lusion is complete . There is a hurtling in the air , fré , and Master Oliver , the barber , in Quentin a trampling of feet upon the ground , as these per- Durward - and the quaint humour of the ...
... Douglas - and the immovable Bala- lusion is complete . There is a hurtling in the air , fré , and Master Oliver , the barber , in Quentin a trampling of feet upon the ground , as these per- Durward - and the quaint humour of the ...
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... Douglas , in the van , Bore down Buccleuch's retiring clan , Till gallant Cessford's heartblood dear Reeked on dark Elliot's border spear . XXXI . In bitter mood he spurred fast , And soon the hated heath was past ; And far beneath , in ...
... Douglas , in the van , Bore down Buccleuch's retiring clan , Till gallant Cessford's heartblood dear Reeked on dark Elliot's border spear . XXXI . In bitter mood he spurred fast , And soon the hated heath was past ; And far beneath , in ...
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... Douglas - burn , up Yarrow stream , Their horses prance , their lances gleam . They came to saint Mary's lake ere day ; But the chapel was void , and the baron away . They burned the chapel for very rage , And cursed Lord Cranstoun's ...
... Douglas - burn , up Yarrow stream , Their horses prance , their lances gleam . They came to saint Mary's lake ere day ; But the chapel was void , and the baron away . They burned the chapel for very rage , And cursed Lord Cranstoun's ...
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... Douglas ' sword , 18 When English blood swelled Ancram ford ; 19 And but that lord Dacre's steed was wight , And bore him ably in the flight , Himself had seen him dubbed a knight . For the young heir of Branksome's line , God be his ...
... Douglas ' sword , 18 When English blood swelled Ancram ford ; 19 And but that lord Dacre's steed was wight , And bore him ably in the flight , Himself had seen him dubbed a knight . For the young heir of Branksome's line , God be his ...
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... Douglas holds his weapon - schaw , * The lances , waving in his train , Clothe the dun heap like autumn grain ; And on the Liddel's northern strand , To bar retreat to Cumberland , Lord Maxwell ranks his merry men good , Beneath the ...
... Douglas holds his weapon - schaw , * The lances , waving in his train , Clothe the dun heap like autumn grain ; And on the Liddel's northern strand , To bar retreat to Cumberland , Lord Maxwell ranks his merry men good , Beneath the ...
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Стр. 93 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Стр. 83 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby 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.
Стр. 97 - Edmund is down ; — my life is reft ; — The Admiral alone is left Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost — Must I bid twice ? — hence, varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Стр. 83 - 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 bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 158 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends from heaven that fell Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their...
Стр. 421 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Стр. 21 - 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 ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand...
Стр. 202 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.
Стр. 151 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Стр. 150 - Sir Roderick marked — and in his eyes Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel. Short space he stood — then waved his hand: Down sunk the disappearing band; Each warrior...