The Lady of the Lake: A Poem in Six CantosBaudry's european library, 1838 - 224 páginas |
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... thee cling , Muffling with verdant ringlet every string , — I O minstrel Harp , still must thine accents sleep ? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep , Nor bid a warrior smile ...
... thee cling , Muffling with verdant ringlet every string , — I O minstrel Harp , still must thine accents sleep ? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring , Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep , Nor bid a warrior smile ...
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... thee to thy bier , But barber's hand will boar's hurt heal , therefore thou need'st not fear . " At all times , however , the task was dangerous , and to be adven- tured upon wisely and warily , either by getting behind the stag while ...
... thee to thy bier , But barber's hand will boar's hurt heal , therefore thou need'st not fear . " At all times , however , the task was dangerous , and to be adven- tured upon wisely and warily , either by getting behind the stag while ...
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... thee . " - He cross'd the threshold - and a clang Of angry steel that instant rang . To his bold brow his spirit rush'd , But soon for vain alarm he blush'd , When on the floor he saw display'd , Cause of the din , a naked blade Dropp'd ...
... thee . " - He cross'd the threshold - and a clang Of angry steel that instant rang . To his bold brow his spirit rush'd , But soon for vain alarm he blush'd , When on the floor he saw display'd , Cause of the din , a naked blade Dropp'd ...
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... ; 1 [ MS . " She paused - but waked again the lay . " ] 2 [ MS.- " Slumber sweet our spells shall deal ye , Let our slumbrous spells avail ye , beguile ye . " ] Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep 52 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
... ; 1 [ MS . " She paused - but waked again the lay . " ] 2 [ MS.- " Slumber sweet our spells shall deal ye , Let our slumbrous spells avail ye , beguile ye . " ] Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep 52 THE LADY OF THE LAKE .
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A Poem in Six Cantos Walter Scott. Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen , How thy gallant steed lay dying . Huntsman , rest ; thy chase is done , Think not of the rising sun , For at dawning to assail ...
A Poem in Six Cantos Walter Scott. Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen , How thy gallant steed lay dying . Huntsman , rest ; thy chase is done , Think not of the rising sun , For at dawning to assail ...
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