The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottW. P. Nimmo, 1877 - 665 страници |
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... till he was chased round the room and laid hold of , that he could be prevailed upon to comply with the wishes of his mother . In the morning he was affected with fever , and after three days it was discovered that he had lost the use ...
... till he was chased round the room and laid hold of , that he could be prevailed upon to comply with the wishes of his mother . In the morning he was affected with fever , and after three days it was discovered that he had lost the use ...
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... 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 village churls , But for high dames and ...
... 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 village churls , But for high dames and ...
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... and wide , Rang to the warrior's clanking stride ; Till , stooping low his lofty crest , He entered the cell of the ancient priest , And lifted his barred aventayle , To hail the Monk 14 [ CANTO D LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
... and wide , Rang to the warrior's clanking stride ; Till , stooping low his lofty crest , He entered the cell of the ancient priest , And lifted his barred aventayle , To hail the Monk 14 [ CANTO D LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL .
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... Till the toil - drops fell from his brows , like rain . It was by dint of passing strength , That he moved the massy stone at length . I would you had been there , to see How the light broke forth so gloriously , Streamed upward to the ...
... Till the toil - drops fell from his brows , like rain . It was by dint of passing strength , That he moved the massy stone at length . I would you had been there , to see How the light broke forth so gloriously , Streamed upward to the ...
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... Till he smeared the cover o'er With the Borderer's curdled gore ; A moment then the volume spread , And one short spell therein he read . It had much of glamour might , Could make a ladye seem a knight ; The cobwebs on a dungeon wall ...
... Till he smeared the cover o'er With the Borderer's curdled gore ; A moment then the volume spread , And one short spell therein he read . It had much of glamour might , Could make a ladye seem a knight ; The cobwebs on a dungeon wall ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 152 - YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Страница 23 - 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.
Страница 628 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay "Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away ; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed; You shall see him brought to bay;
Страница 56 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned. As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand! — If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Страница 210 - Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done; While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not, with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep! the deer is in his den; 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 ye Here no bugles sound reveille.
Страница 190 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And — "Stanley!" was the cry; — A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye: With dying hand, above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted " Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on ! " Were the last words of Marmion.
Страница 209 - 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.
Страница 188 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie ; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield : Edmund is down: — my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left. Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England 's lost. — Must I bid twice? — hence, varlets ! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Страница 191 - Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.