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The Border Magazine: An Illustrated Monthly, Том 10
Nicholas Dickson,William Sanderson
Полный просмотр - 1905
Abbey appeared army asked Association auld banks Barclay Church battle beautiful became Border boys called Church close continued death Douglas Earl early Edinburgh English eyes face father feel field formed George give given Glasgow Glen hand head heart Hill hope horses hour Illustration interest James John king known lady land leaving less letters light lived look Lord MAGAZINE March meet Melrose miles minister nature never night once passed Peeblesshire Photo position present quarry received remained replied round scene Scotland Scots Scott Scottish seemed seen Selkirk side Sir Walter song soon stand story things thought took town turned Tweed village volume whole Wood write young
Стр. 165 - For thus saith the Lord God; Behold, I, even I, will both search my sheep, and seek them out. As a shepherd seeketh out his flock in the day that he is among his sheep that are scattered ; so will I seek out my sheep, and will deliver them out of all places where they have been scattered in the cloudy and dark day.
Стр. 205 - 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 billmen ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood The instant that he fell.
Стр. 6 - ... rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate....
Стр. 6 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height. Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again and yet again.
Стр. 56 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Стр. 196 - Rushed with bare bosom on the spear, And flung the feeble targe aside, And with both hands the broadsword plied, 'Twas vain: — But Fortune, on the right, With fickle smile, cheered Scotland's fight.
Стр. 148 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Стр. 77 - By this he meant magical power, to which he had himself some vague pretensions, or which, at least, he had studied and reflected upon till it had become with him a kind of monomania. Scott disavowed the possession of any gifts of that kind, evidently to the great disappointment of the inquirer, who then turned round and gave a signal to a huge black cat, hitherto unobserved, which immediately jumped up to a shelf, where it perched itself, and seemed to the excited senses of the visitors as if it...
Стр. 77 - After grinning upon him for a moment with a smile less bitter than his wont, the Dwarf passed to the door, double-locked it, and then coming up to the stranger, seized him by the wrist with one of his iron hands, and said :