The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volumen1Phillips, Sampson,, 1858 - 840 páginas |
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... heard the Regent's order , That all should bowne them for the Border . XXX . The livelong night in Branksome rang The ceaseless sound of steel ; The castle - bell , with backward clang , Sent forth the larum peal ; Was frequent heard ...
... heard the Regent's order , That all should bowne them for the Border . XXX . The livelong night in Branksome rang The ceaseless sound of steel ; The castle - bell , with backward clang , Sent forth the larum peal ; Was frequent heard ...
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... heard of Surrey's fame ? His was the hero's soul of fire , And his the bard's immortal name , And his was love , exalted high By all the glow of chivalry . XIV . They sought , together , climes afar , And oft , within some olive grove ...
... heard of Surrey's fame ? His was the hero's soul of fire , And his the bard's immortal name , And his was love , exalted high By all the glow of chivalry . XIV . They sought , together , climes afar , And oft , within some olive grove ...
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... heard a voice in Branksome Hall , Some saw a sight , not seen by all ; That dreadful voice was heard by some , Cry , with loud summons , " GYLBIN , COME ! ” And on the spot where burst the brand , Just where the page had flung him down ...
... heard a voice in Branksome Hall , Some saw a sight , not seen by all ; That dreadful voice was heard by some , Cry , with loud summons , " GYLBIN , COME ! ” And on the spot where burst the brand , Just where the page had flung him down ...
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... heard of Gilpin Horner , was from an old man , of the name of Anderson , who was born , and lived all his life at Todshaw- hill , in Eskedale - muir , the place where Gilpin appeared and staid for some time . He said there were two men ...
... heard of Gilpin Horner , was from an old man , of the name of Anderson , who was born , and lived all his life at Todshaw- hill , in Eskedale - muir , the place where Gilpin appeared and staid for some time . He said there were two men ...
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... heard , but nobody had the boldness to see what occasioned it , till the adventurer returning , they demanded the knowledge of him ; but as loud and noisy as he had been at leaving them , he was now become sober and silent enough ; for ...
... heard , but nobody had the boldness to see what occasioned it , till the adventurer returning , they demanded the knowledge of him ; but as loud and noisy as he had been at leaving them , he was now become sober and silent enough ; for ...
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ancient Appendix arms band bard Barnard Castle battle beneath Bertram blood blood-hound bold Border brand brave breast Brignall brow Bruce Buccleuch called CANTO castle clan courser dark death Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus Ettrick Forest fair falchion fate fear fell fierce fight fire gallant gave glance grace gray hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland horse King knight Lady lake land light Loch Katrine loud maid Marmion Matilda Minstrel minstrelsy morning Mortham moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pale pass'd poem pride Redmond Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby Rokeby's round rude Saint scene Scotland Scott Scottish Scottish Border seem'd show'd silvan sire song soul sound spear stanza steed stood sword tale tell thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild Wilfrid youth
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Página 112 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Página 111 - 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.
Página 163 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Página 125 - King James did rushing come. — Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. — They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth, And fiends in upper air ; О life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
Página 28 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Página 120 - post and pair." All hail'd with uncontroll'd delight, And general voice, the happy night, That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
Página 122 - 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, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword), I tell thee thou'rt defied!
Página 7 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruin'd central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Página 399 - But here, - above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone, As if were here denied The summer sun, the spring's sweet dew, That clothe with many a varied hue The bleakest mountain-side.
Página 122 - Lord Marmion turn'd, — well was his need, And dash'd 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.