The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart..Robert Cadell; & Whittaker & Company London, 1833 |
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Página 9 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 120 - For a' the blude that's shed on earth Rins through the springs o' that countrie. Syne they came on to a garden green, And she pu'd an apple frae a tree — " Take this for thy wages, true Thomas; It will give thee the tongue that can never lie." —
Página 118 - 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. 1 See Note 35. 'Harp and carp, Thomas...
Página 8 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 10 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Página 117 - TRUE Thomas lay on Huntlie bank ; A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e ; „ And there he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hang fifty siller bells and nine.
Página 118 - Harp and carp, Thomas," she said ; " Harp and carp along wi' me ; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your bodie I will be. "— " Betide me weal, betide me woe, That weird shall never daunton me. " — 1 Syne he has kissed her rosy lips, All underneath the Eildon Tree.
Página 199 - Fair maiden, Lylliard lies under this stane. Little was her stature, but great was her fame; Upon the English louns she laid mony thumps. And. when her legs were cutted off, she fought upon her stumps.
Página 120 - O they rade on, and farther on, And they waded through rivers aboon the knee, And they saw neither sun nor moon, But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk, mirk night, and there was nae stern light, And they waded through red blude to the knee; For a' the blude, that's shed on earth, Rins through the springs o
Página 115 - Ercildoune, a person came running in, and told, with marks of fear and astonishment, that a hart and hind had left the neighbouring forest, and were, composedly and slowly, parading the street of the village. The prophet instantly arose, left his habitation, and followed the wonderful animals to the forest, whence he was never seen to return. According to the popular belief, he still "drees his weird" in Fairy Land, and is one day expected to revisit earth.