The complete poetical and dramatic works of sir Walter Scott. With an intr. memoir by W.B. Scott |
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... thine echoes rang , When bugle - sound and trumpet - clang Let loose the martial foes , And in mid list , with shield poised high , And measured step and wary eye , The combatants did close . XXI . Ill would it suit your gentle ear , Ye ...
... thine echoes rang , When bugle - sound and trumpet - clang Let loose the martial foes , And in mid list , with shield poised high , And measured step and wary eye , The combatants did close . XXI . Ill would it suit your gentle ear , Ye ...
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... thine , That used to serve thy cup of wine , Whose beauty was so rare ? When last in Raby towers we met , The boy I closely eyed , And often mark'd his cheeks were wet , With tears he fain would hide : His was no rugged horse - boy's ...
... thine , That used to serve thy cup of wine , Whose beauty was so rare ? When last in Raby towers we met , The boy I closely eyed , And often mark'd his cheeks were wet , With tears he fain would hide : His was no rugged horse - boy's ...
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... Thine hours to poetry are lent , Go , and to tame thy wandering course , Quaff from the fountain at the source ... thine the power , To save in that presumptuous hour , When Prussia hurried to the field , And snatch'd the spear , but ...
... Thine hours to poetry are lent , Go , and to tame thy wandering course , Quaff from the fountain at the source ... thine the power , To save in that presumptuous hour , When Prussia hurried to the field , And snatch'd the spear , but ...
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... thine elfin foe to see , In guise of thy worst enemy : Couch then thy lance , and spur thy steed- Upon him ! and Saint George to speed ! If he go down , thou soon shalt know Whate'er these airy sprites can show ; - If thy heart fail ...
... thine elfin foe to see , In guise of thy worst enemy : Couch then thy lance , and spur thy steed- Upon him ! and Saint George to speed ! If he go down , thou soon shalt know Whate'er these airy sprites can show ; - If thy heart fail ...
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... thine array ; If war thou wilt , of woman fair , Her witching wiles and wanton snare , James Stuart , doubly warn'd , beware : God keep thee as he may ! The wondering Monarch seem'd to seek For answer , and found none ; And when he ...
... thine array ; If war thou wilt , of woman fair , Her witching wiles and wanton snare , James Stuart , doubly warn'd , beware : God keep thee as he may ! The wondering Monarch seem'd to seek For answer , and found none ; And when he ...
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 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.