The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Complete in One Volume. With Introductions and Notes..Robert Cadell, St. Andrew Square., 1841 - 823 páginas |
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... gave more the idea of an ange- lic visitant , than of a being belonging to this nether world ; and such a thought was but too consistent with the short space she was permitted to tarry among us . Of course , where all made it a pride ...
... gave more the idea of an ange- lic visitant , than of a being belonging to this nether world ; and such a thought was but too consistent with the short space she was permitted to tarry among us . Of course , where all made it a pride ...
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... gave him heart , and gave him time , Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony . And then , he said , he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain , He never thought to sing again . It was not framed for ...
... gave him heart , and gave him time , Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony . And then , he said , he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain , He never thought to sing again . It was not framed for ...
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... gave to the monks the lands of Hinkery , in Ettrick Forest , pro sa- lute animæ suæ . — Chartulary of Melrose , 28th May , 1415 . 5 Aventayle , visor of the helmet . 6 See Appendix , Note X. 7 The cloisters were frequently used as ...
... gave to the monks the lands of Hinkery , in Ettrick Forest , pro sa- lute animæ suæ . — Chartulary of Melrose , 28th May , 1415 . 5 Aventayle , visor of the helmet . 6 See Appendix , Note X. 7 The cloisters were frequently used as ...
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... gave the stroke , I cannot tell , so mot I thrive ; It was not given by man alive . XI . Unwillingly himself he address'd , To do his master's high behest : He lifted up the living corse , And laid it on the weary horse ; He led him ...
... gave the stroke , I cannot tell , so mot I thrive ; It was not given by man alive . XI . Unwillingly himself he address'd , To do his master's high behest : He lifted up the living corse , And laid it on the weary horse ; He led him ...
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... gave , For faith ' mid feudal jars ; What time , save Thirlestane alone , Of Scotland's stubborn barons none Would march to southern wars ; And hence , in fair remembrance worn , Yon sheaf of spears his crest has borne ; Hence his high ...
... gave , For faith ' mid feudal jars ; What time , save Thirlestane alone , Of Scotland's stubborn barons none Would march to southern wars ; And hence , in fair remembrance worn , Yon sheaf of spears his crest has borne ; Hence his high ...
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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 hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill honour horse Isles James John King knight Lady lake land light Loch Katrine 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 Sir Walter Scott slain song sought sound spear stanza steed stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower Twas warriors wave ween wild
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Página 198 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Página 121 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! ' She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 14 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Página 184 - 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 177 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Página 36 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires! what mortal hand can e'er untie the filial band, that knits me to thy rugged strand!
Página 184 - No rude sound shall reach* thine ear, Armour's clang, or war-steed champing, Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan or squadron tramping. Yet the lark's shrill fife may come At the daybreak from the fallow, And the bittern sound his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Ruder sounds shall none be near, Guards nor warders challenge here, Here's no war-steed's neigh and champing, Shouting clans or squadrons stamping.
Página 138 - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and vast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march ; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his...
Página 140 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Página 129 - And carols roar*d with blithesome din ; If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note, and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery ; White shirts supplied the masquerade, And smutted cheeks the visors made ; But...