The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His LifeJ. Crissy ...; and, 1838 - Всего страниц: 443 |
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... wake my harp to notes of flame ! II . In peace , Love tunes the shepherd's reed , In war , be mounts the warrior's steed ; In halls , in gay attire is seen ; In hamlets , dances on the green . Love rules the court , the camp , the grove ...
... wake my harp to notes of flame ! II . In peace , Love tunes the shepherd's reed , In war , be mounts the warrior's steed ; In halls , in gay attire is seen ; In hamlets , dances on the green . Love rules the court , the camp , the grove ...
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... wake dirge , Our moat , the grave where they shall lie . " XXVII . Proud she looked round , applause to claim- Then lightened Thirlestane's eye of flame ; An asylum for outlaws . + Plundered . Note of assault . || Lyke - wake , the ...
... wake dirge , Our moat , the grave where they shall lie . " XXVII . Proud she looked round , applause to claim- Then lightened Thirlestane's eye of flame ; An asylum for outlaws . + Plundered . Note of assault . || Lyke - wake , the ...
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... wakes at praise , And strives to trim the short - lived blaze . Smiled then , well pleased , the Aged Man , And thus his tale continued ran , CANTO Y. I. CALL it not vain : -they do not err , Who say , that , when the Poet dies , Mate ...
... wakes at praise , And strives to trim the short - lived blaze . Smiled then , well pleased , the Aged Man , And thus his tale continued ran , CANTO Y. I. CALL it not vain : -they do not err , Who say , that , when the Poet dies , Mate ...
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... wake the note of mirth again . More meet it were to mark the day Of penitence and prayer divine , When pilgrim ... wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day , that wrathful day , When man to judgment wakes from clay , Be THOU the trembling ...
... wake the note of mirth again . More meet it were to mark the day Of penitence and prayer divine , When pilgrim ... wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day , that wrathful day , When man to judgment wakes from clay , Be THOU the trembling ...
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... wake to fame the harp's heroic string . His are the strains , whose wandering echoes thrill The shepherd , lingering on the twilight hill , When evening brings the merry folding hours , And sun - eyed daisies close their winking flowers ...
... wake to fame the harp's heroic string . His are the strains , whose wandering echoes thrill The shepherd , lingering on the twilight hill , When evening brings the merry folding hours , And sun - eyed daisies close their winking flowers ...
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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...