The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. ...

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A. and C. Black, 1880
 

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Página 52 - They band his legs beneath the steed, They tied his hands behind his back ; They guarded him, fivesome on each side, And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack. They led him thro...
Página 358 - His hounds they lie downe at his feete, So well they can their master keepe. "His haukes they flie so eagerly, There's no fowle dare him come nie." Downe there comes a fallow doe, As great with yong as she might goe. She lift up his bloudy hed, And kist his wounds that were so red. She got him up upon her backe, 20 And carried him to earthen lake.
Página 58 - Then shoulder high with shout and cry We bore him down the ladder lang; At every stride Red Rowan made, I wot the Kinmont's aims played clang. 'O mony a time,
Página 56 - Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?' Quo' fause Sakelde ; 'come tell to me !' Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, And the never a word o' lear had he. 'Why trespass ye on the English side? Row-footed outlaws, stand!
Página 53 - Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper, In Branksome Ha', where that he lay, That Lord Scroope has ta'en the Kinmont Willie Between the hours of night and day. He has ta'en the table wi...
Página 359 - In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain Knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. ' His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. ' Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pick out his bonny blue een : Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.
Página 57 - And when we left the Staneshaw-bank, The wind began full loud to blaw; But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,* When we came beneath the castle wa'. We crept on knees, and held our breath, Till we placed the ladders against the wa* ; And sae ready was Buccleuch nimsell To mount the first before us a'.
Página 58 - Then Red Rowan has hente him up, The starkest man in Teviotdale — 'Abide, abide now, Red Rowan, Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell. ' Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope ! My gude Lord Scroope, farewell ! ' he cried — ' I'll pay you for my lodging maill, When first we meet on the Border side.
Página 360 - As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; The tane unto the t'other say, "Where sail we gang and dine to-day?
Página 323 - Being brought into the king's presence, and questioned by him who he was, and how he came thither, he told his name, his country, and the place of his residence! and that on such a day of the month, which proved to be the day...

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