The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His LifeJ. Crissy ...; and, 1838 - Всего страниц: 443 |
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... fair domain , 20 Where Aill , from mountains freed , Down from the lakes did raving come , Cresting each wave with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain ! no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the bold mosstrooper's ...
... fair domain , 20 Where Aill , from mountains freed , Down from the lakes did raving come , Cresting each wave with tawny foam , Like the mane of a chestnut steed . In vain ! no torrent , deep or broad , Might bar the bold mosstrooper's ...
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... fair With Margaret of Branksome might compare ! XXIX . And now , fair dames , methinks I see You listen to my minstrelsy : Your waving locks ye backward throw , And sidelong bend your necks of snow : Ye ween to hear a melting tale Of ...
... fair With Margaret of Branksome might compare ! XXIX . And now , fair dames , methinks I see You listen to my minstrelsy : Your waving locks ye backward throw , And sidelong bend your necks of snow : Ye ween to hear a melting tale Of ...
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... fair young child at sport ; He thought to train him to the wood ; For , at a word , be it understood , He was always for ill , and never for good . Seemed to the boy some comrade gay Led him forth to the woods to play ; On the ...
... fair young child at sport ; He thought to train him to the wood ; For , at a word , be it understood , He was always for ill , and never for good . Seemed to the boy some comrade gay Led him forth to the woods to play ; On the ...
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... fair Margaret loved and blessed The hour of silence and of rest . On the high turret sitting lone , She waked at times the lute's soft tone ; Touched a wild note , and , all between , Thought of the bower of hawthorns green . Bandelier ...
... fair Margaret loved and blessed The hour of silence and of rest . On the high turret sitting lone , She waked at times the lute's soft tone ; Touched a wild note , and , all between , Thought of the bower of hawthorns green . Bandelier ...
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... fair Saint Mary's silver wave , From dreary Gamescleugh's dusky height , His ready lances Thirlestane10 brave Arrayed beneath a banner bright . The treasured fleur - de - luce he claims To wreath his shield , since royal James ...
... fair Saint Mary's silver wave , From dreary Gamescleugh's dusky height , His ready lances Thirlestane10 brave Arrayed beneath a banner bright . The treasured fleur - de - luce he claims To wreath his shield , since royal James ...
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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...