The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, Том 2Little, Brown, 1865 |
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... beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam ; 1 [ MS .- " No longer now in glowing red The Ettericke - Forest hills are clad . " ] 1 Away hath pass'd the heather - bell That bloom'd Introduction to Canto I -TO ...
... beneath the evening beam , Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam ; 1 [ MS .- " No longer now in glowing red The Ettericke - Forest hills are clad . " ] 1 Away hath pass'd the heather - bell That bloom'd Introduction to Canto I -TO ...
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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 her pail , She trips it down the uneven dale : Meeter for me , by yonder cairn , The ancient shepherd's tale to learn ; Though oft he stop in rustic fear , 1 Lest his old legends tire the ear Of one , who , in his simple mind ...
... beneath her pail , She trips it down the uneven dale : Meeter for me , by yonder cairn , The ancient shepherd's tale to learn ; Though oft he stop in rustic fear , 1 Lest his old legends tire the ear Of one , who , in his simple mind ...
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... beneath whose shade Their theme the merry minstrels made , Of Ascapart , and Bevis bold , 2 And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith , And valour that despises death . " ] 1 The new Forest in Hampshire , anciently so called . 2 The " History of ...
... beneath whose shade Their theme the merry minstrels made , Of Ascapart , and Bevis bold , 2 And gentle Courtesy ; and Faith , And valour that despises death . " ] 1 The new Forest in Hampshire , anciently so called . 2 The " History of ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band Baron battle battle of Flodden beneath blast Blount bold Border called CANTO castle chapel Clare dame dark death deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest Eustace fair fear fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden gallant grace grave hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy Holy Island honour horse host James IV King's knight Lady land light Lindesay look Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note o'er Palmer pass'd peace Perchance plain poem proud rode round royal rude Saint scarce Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir Launcelot 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. 252 - 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. 349 - Front, flank, and rear the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep That fought around their King. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Стр. 252 - River where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby 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. 339 - The border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Стр. 320 - But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: — "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open at my sovereign's will To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone — The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Стр. 253 - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh; With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — 'Now tread we a measure!
Стр. 217 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; 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...
Стр. 287 - 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. 82 - Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue Each hill's huge outline you may view; Shaggy with heath, but lonely bare, Nor tree, nor bush, nor brake is there, Save where, of land, yon slender line Bears thwart the lake the scatter'd pine.
Стр. 30 - Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die...