The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With memoir of the authorT. Nelson and Sons, 1877 - Всего страниц: 612 |
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... gave his press some trifling occupation , and the style of his friend's work originated the connection between them , which eventually brought on the reverses that oppressed his maturer years . In December 1799 the poet received ...
... gave his press some trifling occupation , and the style of his friend's work originated the connection between them , which eventually brought on the reverses that oppressed his maturer years . In December 1799 the poet received ...
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... gave himself the hearty and exhilarating exercise he dearly loved . ' Tis some- thing to a book - worm , jaded with his toil in the close atmosphere of paper catacombs , to feel the free air of native hills and dales distending his ...
... gave himself the hearty and exhilarating exercise he dearly loved . ' Tis some- thing to a book - worm , jaded with his toil in the close atmosphere of paper catacombs , to feel the free air of native hills and dales distending his ...
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... gave way . In February 1830 , he had an attack of paralysis , and in November another . His friends noticed with apprehension symptoms of decaying vigour . On the declaration in the end of the year of a second dividend to his creditors ...
... gave way . In February 1830 , he had an attack of paralysis , and in November another . His friends noticed with apprehension symptoms of decaying vigour . On the declaration in the end of the year of a second dividend to his creditors ...
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... gave him heart , and gave him time , Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony . And then , he said , he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain , He never thought to sing again . I was not framed for village ...
... gave him heart , and gave him time , Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony . And then , he said , he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain , He never thought to sing again . I was not framed for village ...
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... Gave praises to his melody ; His hand was true , his voice was clear , And much they longed the rest to hear . Encouraged thus , the Aged Man , After meet rest , again began . * CANTO SECOND . I. IF thou would'st view fair Melrose ...
... Gave praises to his melody ; His hand was true , his voice was clear , And much they longed the rest to hear . Encouraged thus , the Aged Man , After meet rest , again began . * CANTO SECOND . I. IF thou would'st view fair Melrose ...
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Стр. 56 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ! — If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Стр. 154 - I long woo'd 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. 12 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Стр. 1 - Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of, Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
Стр. 240 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Стр. 367 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Стр. 68 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Стр. 49 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Стр. 15 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand, In many a freakish knot had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Стр. 188 - Spears shook, and falchions flashed amain ; Fell England's arrow-flight like rain; Crests rose, and stooped, and rose again, Wild and disorderly. Amid the scene of tumult, high They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly: And stainless Tunstall's banner white, And Edmund Howard's lion bright...