The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, Volumen10A. Constable, 1821 |
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answer'd arms Arthur band banner bard beneath blithe blood bold bower brave breast bride bright brooklet brow Caliburn CANTO castle Count Harold courser cuirassier dance Dane dare dark daughter dawn deep Donald Caird's dread EDINBURGH ANNUAL fair faith fame Farewell fate fear fell fiends flame gallant gaze glance Glaramara glen goblet grace Gregalach grey Gunnar Gyneth's hall hand HAROLD THE DAUNTLESS hath hauberk hear heard heart heaven hill hour Jutta King King Arthur knight light Lord Lucy maid maiden Metelill minstrel Monarch morning mortal ne'er nought o'er pale pass'd pause Pibroch Piobaireachd Prelate pride priest rock Roland De Vaux round Saint Cloud seem'd shew'd sire sleep smile song soul sound spear steed stern stone Sultaun sung sword tale tell thee thine thou tower twas vale Valley of Saint Vaux Warrior ween wild wild dance Witikind's Wulfstane
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Página 88 - The bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, Leave nets and barges : Come with your fighting gear, Broadswords and targes. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended, Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenant and master.
Página 86 - Come away, come away, Hark to the summons ! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons. Come from deep glen, and From mountain so rocky, The war-pipe and pennon Are at Inverlochy. Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one, Come every steel blade, and Strong hand that bears one. Leave...
Página 82 - A chain of gold ye sail not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair ; Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Página 89 - HEAR what Highland Nora said, — ' ' The Earlie's son I will not wed, Should all the race of nature die, And none be left but he and I. For all the gold, for all the gear, And all the lands both far and near, That ever valour lost or won, I would not wed the Earlie's son.
Página 20 - Each musketeer's revolving knell, As fast, as regularly fell, As when they practise to display Their discipline on festal day. Then down went helm and lance, Down were the...
Página 110 - Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.
Página 185 - Paled in by many a lofty hill, The narrow dale lay smooth and still, And? down its verdant bosom led, A winding brooklet found its bed.
Página 19 - The lancer couch'd his ruthless spear. And hurrying as to havoc near, The cohorts' eagles flew. In one dark torrent, broad and strong, The advancing onset...
Página 81 - Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale ; Young Frank is chief of Errington And lord of Langley-dale ; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen " — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Página 94 - Through the depths of Loch Katrine the steed shall career, O'er the peak of Ben-Lomond the galley shall steer, And the rocks of Craig Royston * like icicles melt, Ere our wrongs be forgot, or our vengeance unfelt ! Then gather, gather, gather, Grigalach ! Gather, gather, gather, etc.