The poetical works of sir Walter Scott. With prefatory notice by W. Sharp, Том 1 |
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... show'd him a rock beside the sea , Where a king lay stiff beneath his steed , And steel - dight nobles wiped their e'e . " The neist curse lights on Branxton hills : By Flodden's high and heathery side , Shall wave a banner red as blude ...
... show'd him a rock beside the sea , Where a king lay stiff beneath his steed , And steel - dight nobles wiped their e'e . " The neist curse lights on Branxton hills : By Flodden's high and heathery side , Shall wave a banner red as blude ...
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... show'd high Dunyon His beacon blazing red . Then all by bonny Coldingknow Pitch'd palliouns took their room , And crested helms , and spears a - rowe , Glanced gaily through the broom . The Leader , rolling to the Tweed , Resounds the ...
... show'd high Dunyon His beacon blazing red . Then all by bonny Coldingknow Pitch'd palliouns took their room , And crested helms , and spears a - rowe , Glanced gaily through the broom . The Leader , rolling to the Tweed , Resounds the ...
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... - wreaths to stone . The silver - light , so pale and faint , Show'd many a prophet , and many a saint Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst , his Cross of Red Triumphant 94 LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL ,
... - wreaths to stone . The silver - light , so pale and faint , Show'd many a prophet , and many a saint Whose image on the glass was dyed ; Full in the midst , his Cross of Red Triumphant 94 LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL ,
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... issuing from the tomb , Show'd the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark - brow'd Warrior's mail , And kiss'd his waving plume . G - G XIX . Before their eyes the Wizard lay , As LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . 97.
... issuing from the tomb , Show'd the Monk's cowl , and visage pale , Danced on the dark - brow'd Warrior's mail , And kiss'd his waving plume . G - G XIX . Before their eyes the Wizard lay , As LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . 97.
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... Show'd southern ravage was begun . IV . Now loud the heedful gate - ward cried― " Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Wat Tinlinn , from the Liddel - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his ...
... Show'd southern ravage was begun . IV . Now loud the heedful gate - ward cried― " Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Wat Tinlinn , from the Liddel - side , Comes wading through the flood . Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his ...
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Abbess arms band banner Baron bartizan beneath blaze blood blood-hound bold Border bore bower brand Branksome Branksome Hall Branksome's brave breast bright brow Buccleuch castle chief clan Clare courser cross'd Dame dark dead deep Deloraine Douglas dread e'er ERNEST RHYS Eskdale Evandale fair falchion fame fell fight Fitz-Eustace Flodden gallant hall hand harp head hear heard heart heaven hill holy King knew knight lady Ladye lance land Liddesdale light Lindisfarne Lochinvar look'd Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry Minstrel Monk moss-trooper Musgrave ne'er never noble o'er pale Palmer pass'd Perchance pray'd prayer pride proud raven's nest ride rode rose round rude rung sable Saint Saint Hilda scarce Scotland Scottish seem'd shield Show'd sound spear spoke squire steed stood tale tell Teviot's thee thou tide tower True Thomas turrets Twas warriors wave ween wild William of Deloraine Wilton
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Стр. 325 - Then, fainting, down on earth he sunk, Supported by the trembling Monk. XXXII With fruitless labour, Clara bound, And strove to stanch the gushing wound : The Monk, with unavailing cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear, For that she ever sung, "In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying...
Стр. 271 - Eske 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. 257 - 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 grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Стр. 307 - Douglas' head ! And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your...
Стр. 155 - 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; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
Стр. 85 - 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. 323 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Стр. 318 - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke ; Volumed, and vast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war, As down the hill they broke : Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march ; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his mountain-throne King James did rushing come.
Стр. 18 - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day — so warm, that every window was wide open — and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Стр. 321 - Dragg'd from among the horses' feet, With dinted shield, and helmet beat, The falcon-crest and plumage gone, Can that be haughty Marmion ! ... Young Blount his...