The complete poetical and dramatic works of sir Walter Scott. With an intr. memoir by W.B. Scott |
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... Bruce committed his heart , to be carried to the Holy Land . 2 Sir David Home of Wedderburn , who was slain in the fatal battle of Flodden , left seven sons by his wife , Isabel , daughter of Hoppringle of Galashiels ( now Pringle of ...
... Bruce committed his heart , to be carried to the Holy Land . 2 Sir David Home of Wedderburn , who was slain in the fatal battle of Flodden , left seven sons by his wife , Isabel , daughter of Hoppringle of Galashiels ( now Pringle of ...
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... Bruce was repeatedly tracked by sleuth - dogs . On one occasion , he escaped by wading a bow- shot down a brook , and ascending into a tree by a branch which overhung the water ; thus , leaving no trace on land of his footsteps , he ...
... Bruce was repeatedly tracked by sleuth - dogs . On one occasion , he escaped by wading a bow- shot down a brook , and ascending into a tree by a branch which overhung the water ; thus , leaving no trace on land of his footsteps , he ...
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... Bruce , on the following occasion : The King , in following the chase upon Pentland - hills , had often started a " white faunch deer , ' which had always escaped from his hounds ; and he asked the nobles , who were assembled around him ...
... Bruce , on the following occasion : The King , in following the chase upon Pentland - hills , had often started a " white faunch deer , ' which had always escaped from his hounds ; and he asked the nobles , who were assembled around him ...
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... Bruce , and Percy hear . ' They told , how in their convent - cell A Saxon princess once did dwell , The lovely Edeltled ; 1 And how , of thousand snakes , each one Was changed into a coil of stone , When holy Hilda pray'd ; Themselves ...
... Bruce , and Percy hear . ' They told , how in their convent - cell A Saxon princess once did dwell , The lovely Edeltled ; 1 And how , of thousand snakes , each one Was changed into a coil of stone , When holy Hilda pray'd ; Themselves ...
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... 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 stretch'd at length upon the floor , Again I fought each ...
... 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 stretch'd at length upon the floor , Again I fought each ...
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Allaster ancient Argentine arms band bard Barnard Castle battle battle of Methven beneath blood bold Branksome brave breast brow Bruce called castle chief Chieftain clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus Edward Edward Bruce English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight gallant gave glance hall hand harp hast 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 monarch Mortham mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pass'd pride Risingham rock Rokeby Ronald round rude Saint scene Scotland Scottish seem'd shore side Sigillum slain sought sound spear steed stern stone stood sword tale tell thai thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Turnberry Twas wake warriors wave ween wild
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Página 497 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own.
Página 187 - Return'd the Chief his haughty stare, His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — ' Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Página 118 - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure,
Página 79 - 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 497 - ... present still, though now unseen ! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light ! Our harps we left by Babel's streams, The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn; No censer round our altar beams, And mute are timbrel, harp, and horn. But THOU hast said, The blood of goat, The flesh of rams I will...
Página 118 - River where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Página 79 - Had'st thou but lived, though stripp'd of power, A watchman on the lonely tower, Thy thrilling trump had roused the land, When fraud or danger were at hand ; By thee, as by the beacon-light, Our pilots had kept course aright ; As some proud column, though alone, Thy strength had propp'd the tottering throne : Now is the stately column broke, The beacon-light is quench'd in smoke, The trumpet's silver sound is still, The warder silent on the hill...
Página 132 - Lord Marmion turned — well was his need — And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending razed his plume.
Página 513 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
Página 48 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.