The Complete Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Biography, and His Last Additions and Illustrations, Том 1Conner & Cooke, 1833 |
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... tale as that of Bessie Bell and Mary Gray should have fallen into his hands . The southern reader must learn , ( for what northern render is ignorant ? ) that these two beautiful women were kinsfolk , and so strictly united in friend ...
... tale as that of Bessie Bell and Mary Gray should have fallen into his hands . The southern reader must learn , ( for what northern render is ignorant ? ) that these two beautiful women were kinsfolk , and so strictly united in friend ...
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... tale which was told . " In the sixteenth century , these northern tales appear to have been popular even in London ; for the learned Mr. Ritson has " The Lord of Liddesdale being at his pastime , hunting in Et- trick Forest , is beset ...
... tale which was told . " In the sixteenth century , these northern tales appear to have been popular even in London ; for the learned Mr. Ritson has " The Lord of Liddesdale being at his pastime , hunting in Et- trick Forest , is beset ...
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... tale , altogether distinct from that which he has commenced . Besides , the prejudices of clans and of districts have occasioned variations in the mode of telling the same story . Some arrangement was also occasionally necessa- ry , to ...
... tale , altogether distinct from that which he has commenced . Besides , the prejudices of clans and of districts have occasioned variations in the mode of telling the same story . Some arrangement was also occasionally necessa- ry , to ...
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... tale , so often referred to by ancient authors , should be now recovered in so perfect a state ; and many read- ers may be pleased to see the following sensible ob- servations , made by a person born in Ettrick Forest , in the humble ...
... tale , so often referred to by ancient authors , should be now recovered in so perfect a state ; and many read- ers may be pleased to see the following sensible ob- servations , made by a person born in Ettrick Forest , in the humble ...
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... tale , disguised , they came , And wi ' a fauser trayne ; And to regain my gaye standard , These men were a ' down slayne . " - that he had no more lyste to folwe him . And thus , as he rede on , be served three of theym , that folowed ...
... tale , disguised , they came , And wi ' a fauser trayne ; And to regain my gaye standard , These men were a ' down slayne . " - that he had no more lyste to folwe him . And thus , as he rede on , be served three of theym , that folowed ...
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Стр. 165 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them oer the sea. They hadna been a week from her, « A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Стр. 141 - O that I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says,
Стр. 195 - O no, O no, Thomas," she said, That name does not belang to me ; I am but the queen of fair Elfland, That am hither come to visit thee.
Стр. 46 - Now, ever alake ! my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Стр. 166 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Стр. 325 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go— but go alone the while — Then view St. David's ruined pile ; And, home' returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Стр. 46 - To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall topmast, But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.
Стр. 329 - Tis said, as through the aisles they pass'd, They heard strange noises on the blast ; And through the cloister-galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall Loud sobs, and laughter louder, ran, And voices unlike the voice of man; As if the fiends kept holiday, Because these spells were brought to day. I cannot tell how the truth may be : I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Стр. 347 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Стр. 325 - 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...