The Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottW. P. Nimmo, 1877 - 665 páginas |
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... noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though stiff his hand , his voice though weak , He thought e'en yet , the sooth to speak , That , if she loved the harp to hear , He could make music to her ear . The humble boon ...
... noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though stiff his hand , his voice though weak , He thought e'en yet , the sooth to speak , That , if she loved the harp to hear , He could make music to her ear . The humble boon ...
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... noble child ; Or , with his fingers long and lean , Had strangled him in fiendish spleen : But his awful mother he had in dread , And also his power was limited ; So he but scowled on the startled child , And darted through the forest ...
... noble child ; Or , with his fingers long and lean , Had strangled him in fiendish spleen : But his awful mother he had in dread , And also his power was limited ; So he but scowled on the startled child , And darted through the forest ...
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... noble sire , His wet cheek glowed ' twixt fear and ire , He faced the bloodhound manfully , And held his little bat on high ; So fierce he struck , the dog , afraid . At cautious distance hoarsely bayed , But still in act to spring ...
... noble sire , His wet cheek glowed ' twixt fear and ire , He faced the bloodhound manfully , And held his little bat on high ; So fierce he struck , the dog , afraid . At cautious distance hoarsely bayed , But still in act to spring ...
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... noble Ladye had soon dispelled ; But she was deeply busied then To tend the wounded Deloraine . Much she wondered to find him lie , On the stone threshold stretched along ; She thought some spirit of the sky Had done the bold moss ...
... noble Ladye had soon dispelled ; But she was deeply busied then To tend the wounded Deloraine . Much she wondered to find him lie , On the stone threshold stretched along ; She thought some spirit of the sky Had done the bold moss ...
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... noble dame ; She blushed blood - red for very shame : - " Hence ! ere the clan his faintness view ; Hence with the weakling to Buccleuch ! -- Watt Tinlinn , thou shalt be his guide To Rangleburn's lonely side.- Sure some fell fiend has ...
... noble dame ; She blushed blood - red for very shame : - " Hence ! ere the clan his faintness view ; Hence with the weakling to Buccleuch ! -- Watt Tinlinn , thou shalt be his guide To Rangleburn's lonely side.- Sure some fell fiend has ...
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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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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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;
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.