The complete poetical and dramatic works of sir Walter Scott. With an intr. memoir by W.B. Scott |
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... brave Array'd beneath a banner bright . The treasured fleur - de - luce he claims To wreathe his shield , since royal James , Encamp'd by Fala's mossy wave , The proud distinction grateful gave , For faith ' mid feudal jars ; What time ...
... brave Array'd beneath a banner bright . The treasured fleur - de - luce he claims To wreathe his shield , since royal James , Encamp'd by Fala's mossy wave , The proud distinction grateful gave , For faith ' mid feudal jars ; What time ...
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... brave and true , From Jedwood's recent sack they knew , How tardy was the Regent's aid : And you may guess the noble Dame Durst not the secret prescience own , Sprung from the art she might not name , By which the coming help was known ...
... brave and true , From Jedwood's recent sack they knew , How tardy was the Regent's aid : And you may guess the noble Dame Durst not the secret prescience own , Sprung from the art she might not name , By which the coming help was known ...
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... brave champions , to the fight ! Sound trumpets ! " LORD HOME . - " God defend the right ! " - Then , Teviot ! how thine echoes rang , When bugle - sound and trumpet - clang Let loose the martial foes , And in mid list , with shield ...
... brave champions , to the fight ! Sound trumpets ! " LORD HOME . - " God defend the right ! " - Then , Teviot ! how thine echoes rang , When bugle - sound and trumpet - clang Let loose the martial foes , And in mid list , with shield ...
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... brave St. Clair ; St. Clair , who , feasting high at Home , Had with that lord to battle come . Harold was born where restless seas Howl round the storm - swept Orcades ; Where erst St. Clairs held princely sway O'er isle and islet ...
... brave St. Clair ; St. Clair , who , feasting high at Home , Had with that lord to battle come . Harold was born where restless seas Howl round the storm - swept Orcades ; Where erst St. Clairs held princely sway O'er isle and islet ...
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... brave sons and daughters fair Bless'd Teviot's Flower , and Cranstoun's heir : After such dreadful scene , ' twere vain To wake the note of mirth again . More meet it were to mark the day Of penitence and prayer divine , When pilgrim ...
... brave sons and daughters fair Bless'd Teviot's Flower , and Cranstoun's heir : After such dreadful scene , ' twere vain To wake the note of mirth again . More meet it were to mark the day Of penitence and prayer divine , When pilgrim ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Allaster ancient Argentine arms band bard Barnard Castle battle battle of Methven beneath blood bold Branksome brave breast brow Bruce called castle chief Chieftain clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus Edward Bruce English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight gallant gave glance hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Highland hill horse Isles James John King knight lady lake land light Loch Katrine Lord Lorn loud maid Marmion minstrel monarch Mortham mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pass'd pride Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby Ronald round rude Saint scene Scotland Scottish seem'd shore side Sigillum slain sought sound spear steed stern stone stood sword tale tell thai thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Turnberry Twas wake warriors wave ween wild
Pasajes populares
Página 499 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own.
Página 189 - Return'd the Chief his haughty stare, His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — ' Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Página 120 - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure,
Página 81 - O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die : Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
Página 499 - ... present still, though now unseen ! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light ! Our harps we left by Babel's streams, The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn; No censer round our altar beams, And mute are timbrel, harp, and horn. But THOU hast said, The blood of goat, The flesh of rams I will...
Página 120 - 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.
Página 81 - Had'st thou but lived, though stripp'd of power, A watchman on the lonely tower, Thy thrilling trump had roused the land, When fraud or danger were at hand ; By thee, as by the beacon-light, Our pilots had kept course aright ; As some proud column, though alone, Thy strength had propp'd the tottering throne : Now is the stately column broke, The beacon-light is quench'd in smoke, The trumpet's silver sound is still, The warder silent on the hill...
Página 133 - Lord Marmion turned — well was his need — And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending razed his plume.
Página 515 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
Página 48 - 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, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.