The complete poetical and dramatic works of sir Walter Scott. With an intr. memoir by W.B. Scott |
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... close , but the " Life of Napoleon ; " " Tales of a Grandfather ; " " Scottish History ; " " Letters on Demonology ; " all his Dramas , which are so much inferior to his poems ; were produced , along with masses of other casual work ...
... close , but the " Life of Napoleon ; " " Tales of a Grandfather ; " " Scottish History ; " " Letters on Demonology ; " all his Dramas , which are so much inferior to his poems ; were produced , along with masses of other casual work ...
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... close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his grave . XV . " I swore to bury his Mighty Book , That never mortal might ...
... close . The words may not again be said , That he spoke to me , on death - bed laid ; They would rend this Abbaye's massy nave , And pile it in heaps above his grave . XV . " I swore to bury his Mighty Book , That never mortal might ...
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... close and still ; And alone he wended to the plain , To meet with the Galliard and all his train . To Gilbert the Galliard thus he said : --- " Know thou me for thy liege - lord and head ; Deal not with me as with Morton tame , For ...
... close and still ; And alone he wended to the plain , To meet with the Galliard and all his train . To Gilbert the Galliard thus he said : --- " Know thou me for thy liege - lord and head ; Deal not with me as with Morton tame , For ...
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... close alliance with the Homes . The chief of this clan was Hepburn , Lord of Hailes ; a family which terminated in the too famous Earl of Bothwell . And how a day of fight was ta'en ' Twixt THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . 43 II V III VI IV.
... close alliance with the Homes . The chief of this clan was Hepburn , Lord of Hailes ; a family which terminated in the too famous Earl of Bothwell . And how a day of fight was ta'en ' Twixt THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . 43 II V III VI IV.
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... close . XXI . Ill would it suit your gentle ear , Ye lovely listeners , to hear How to the axe the helms did sound , And blood pour'd down from many a wound ; For desperate was the strife and long , And either warrior fierce and strong ...
... close . XXI . Ill would it suit your gentle ear , Ye lovely listeners , to hear How to the axe the helms did sound , And blood pour'd down from many a wound ; For desperate was the strife and long , And either warrior fierce and strong ...
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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 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 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
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Página 497 - 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 187 - 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 118 - 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 79 - 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 497 - ... 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 118 - 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 79 - 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 132 - 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 513 - 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.