The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With memoir of the authorT. Nelson and Sons, 1877 - Всего страниц: 612 |
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... tide of life could not sustain the double strain exerted by the infan- tine activities of spirit and body . The body yielded . The little imp was only eighteen months old , when his frolics were sus- pended by a sudden loss of power in ...
... tide of life could not sustain the double strain exerted by the infan- tine activities of spirit and body . The body yielded . The little imp was only eighteen months old , when his frolics were sus- pended by a sudden loss of power in ...
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... , The embattled portal - arch he passed , Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft rolled back the tide of war , But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor . MORISON * The Duchess marked his weary pace , His timid.
... , The embattled portal - arch he passed , Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft rolled back the tide of war , But never closed the iron door Against the desolate and poor . MORISON * The Duchess marked his weary pace , His timid.
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... tide of song were lost ; Each blank , in faithless memory void , The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And , while his harp responsive rung , " Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung . THE CANTO FIRST . I. THE feast was over in INTRODUCTION .
... tide of song were lost ; Each blank , in faithless memory void , The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And , while his harp responsive rung , " Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung . THE CANTO FIRST . I. THE feast was over in INTRODUCTION .
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... tide : Nor in her mother's altered eye Dared she to look for sympathy . Her lover , ' gainst her father's clan , With Car in arms had stood , When Mathouse burn to Melrose ran , All purple with their blood ; And well she knew , her ...
... tide : Nor in her mother's altered eye Dared she to look for sympathy . Her lover , ' gainst her father's clan , With Car in arms had stood , When Mathouse burn to Melrose ran , All purple with their blood ; And well she knew , her ...
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... tide , That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it the wind , that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound ...
... tide , That chafes against the scaur's red side ? Is it the wind , that swings the oaks ? Is it the echo from the rocks ? What may it be , the heavy sound , That moans old Branksome's turrets round ? XIII . At the sullen , moaning sound ...
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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...