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The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir and Critical ...
Sir Walter Scott,George Gilfillan
Sin vista previa disponible - 2015
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Página 190 - 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 133 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 131 - Eske 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. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all.
Página 176 - Not lighter does the swallow skim Along the smooth lake's level brim : And when Lord Marmion reached his band, He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shout of loud defiance pours, And shook his gauntlet at the towers. " Horse ! horse ! " the Douglas cried, " and chase I * But soon he reined his fury's pace : " A royal messenger he came, Though most unworthy of the name.
Página 303 - Like the noise of chariots on the tops of mountains shall they leap, like the noise of a flame of fire that devoureth the stubble, as a strong people set in battle array.
Página 191 - Or injured Constance, bathes my head !" Then, as remembrance rose, — " Speak not to me of shrift or prayer ! I must redress her woes. Short space, few words, are mine to spare ; Forgive and listen, gentle Clare !" — " Alas !" she said, " the while,— O think of your immortal weal ! In vain for Constance is your zeal ; She- died at Holy Isle.
Página 71 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Página 64 - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and 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...
Página 155 - HEAP on more wood ! — the wind is chill ; But let it whistle as it will, We '11 keep our Christmas merry still. Each age has deemed the new-born year The fittest time for festal cheer : Even, heathen yet, the savage Dane At lol more deep the mead did drain, High on the beach his galleys drew, And feasted all his pirate crew ; Then in his low and pine-built hall, Where...
Página 175 - Douglas' head ! And first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate : And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near...