The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottW. P. Nimmo, 1877 - 665 страници |
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... thine , dark Knight of Liddesdale ! O fading honours of the dead ! O high ambition , lowly laid ! XI . The moon on the east oriel shone , Through slender shafts of shapely stone , By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou wouldst have thought ...
... thine , dark Knight of Liddesdale ! O fading honours of the dead ! O high ambition , lowly laid ! XI . The moon on the east oriel shone , Through slender shafts of shapely stone , By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou wouldst have thought ...
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... thine arms appear , And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear . XIII . " In these far climes , it was my lot To meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame , That when , in Salamanca's cave , Him listed his magic ...
... thine arms appear , And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear . XIII . " In these far climes , it was my lot To meet the wondrous Michael Scott ; A wizard of such dreaded fame , That when , in Salamanca's cave , Him listed his magic ...
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... thine echoes rang , When bugle - sound and trumpet - clang Let loose the martial foes , And in mid list , with shield poised high , And measured step and wary eye , The combatants did close . XXI . П would it suit your gentle ear , Ye ...
... thine echoes rang , When bugle - sound and trumpet - clang Let loose the martial foes , And in mid list , with shield poised high , And measured step and wary eye , The combatants did close . XXI . П would it suit your gentle ear , Ye ...
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... thine , Do thou be true to me and mine ! This clasp of love our bond shall be ; For this is your betrothing day , And all these noble lords shall stay , To grace it with their company . ' XXVII . 3 All as they left the listed plain ...
... thine , Do thou be true to me and mine ! This clasp of love our bond shall be ; For this is your betrothing day , And all these noble lords shall stay , To grace it with their company . ' XXVII . 3 All as they left the listed plain ...
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... thine , That used to serve thy cup of wine , Whose beauty was so rare ? When last in Raby towers we met , The boy I closely eyed , And often marked his cheeks were wet , With tears he fain would hide : His was no rugged horse - boy's ...
... thine , That used to serve thy cup of wine , Whose beauty was so rare ? When last in Raby towers we met , The boy I closely eyed , And often marked his cheeks were wet , With tears he fain would hide : His was no rugged horse - boy's ...
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agen Argentine arms bade band banner bard battle beneath Bertram blood bold bower brand Branksome Hall brave breast bright Brignal brow Bruce castle cheer courser crest dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread drew e'er Edinburgh Annual Ettricke Forest fair falchion fame fate fear fell fierce fight gallant glance glen grace gray hall hand harp hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill honoured King knight lady lance land Liddesdale light Lindisfarn lonely look Lord Marmion Lorn loud maid maiden minstrel Monarch Mortham mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pale passed pennons pibroch pride proud Redmond Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby's Ronald round rude rung Saint Saxon scarce Scotland Scottish shore sire smile song sought sound spear spoke steed stern stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide toil tower train Twas twixt voice wake warrior wave ween wild Wilfrid wind youth
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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.