The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Complete in One Volume. With All His Introductions and Notes, Also, Various Readings, and the Editor's Notes ...Phillips, Sampson & Company, 1854 - 840 páginas |
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... look ; And never to tell where it was hid , Save at his Chief of Branksome's need : And when that need was past and o'er , Again the volume to restore . I buried him on St. Michael's night , When the bell toll'd one , and the moon was ...
... look ; And never to tell where it was hid , Save at his Chief of Branksome's need : And when that need was past and o'er , Again the volume to restore . I buried him on St. Michael's night , When the bell toll'd one , and the moon was ...
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... look upon , Are gathering fast round the yawning stone ! " Then Deloraine , in terror , took From the cold hand the Mighty Book , With iron clasp'd , and with iron bound : He thought , as he took it , the dead man frown'd ; 1 But the ...
... look upon , Are gathering fast round the yawning stone ! " Then Deloraine , in terror , took From the cold hand the Mighty Book , With iron clasp'd , and with iron bound : He thought , as he took it , the dead man frown'd ; 1 But the ...
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... look on war ; I saw him draw a cross - bow stiff , And his true arrow struck afar The raven's nest upon the cliff ... looks o'er Branksome's towers and wood ; And martial murmurs , from below , Proclaim'd the approaching southern foe ...
... look on war ; I saw him draw a cross - bow stiff , And his true arrow struck afar The raven's nest upon the cliff ... looks o'er Branksome's towers and wood ; And martial murmurs , from below , Proclaim'd the approaching southern foe ...
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... look'd to river , look'd to hill , Thought on the Spirit's prophecy , Then broke her silence stern and still , - " Not you , but Fate , has vanquish'd me ; Their influence kindly stars may shower On Teviot's tide and Branksome's tower ...
... look'd to river , look'd to hill , Thought on the Spirit's prophecy , Then broke her silence stern and still , - " Not you , but Fate , has vanquish'd me ; Their influence kindly stars may shower On Teviot's tide and Branksome's tower ...
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... look'd down , Grief darken'd on his rugged brow , Though half disguised with a frown ; And thus , while sorrow bent his head , His foeman's epitaph he made . XXIX . " Now , Richard Musgrave , liest thou here ! I ween , my deadly enemy ...
... look'd down , Grief darken'd on his rugged brow , Though half disguised with a frown ; And thus , while sorrow bent his head , His foeman's epitaph he made . XXIX . " Now , Richard Musgrave , liest thou here ! I ween , my deadly enemy ...
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ancient Appendix arms ballad band bard Barnard Castle battle battle of Methven beneath blood bold Border Branksome brave breast brow Bruce called CANTO castle chief clan courser dark death Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fear fell fight fire gallant gave grace hall hand harp 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 Minstrelsy morning Mortham moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Norham Note o'er pass'd poem poetry pride Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby romance round rude Saint scene Scotland Scott Scottish Scottish Border seem'd show'd Sir Walter Scott slain song sound spear stanza steed stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas warriors wave ween wild
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Página 207 - Have then thy wish!' — He whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew, From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets and spears and bended bows : On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
Página 38 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Página 84 - 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 183 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Página 176 - E'en the slight harebell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue? — Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The listener held his breath to hear ! A Chieftain's daughter seem'd the maid ; Her satin snood, her silken plaid, Her golden brooch, such birth betray'd.
Página 48 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moon-beam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen, 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
Página 26 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 172 - The antler'd monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...
Página 120 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 98 - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While...