The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Complete, Volumen2Charles S. Francis, 1845 |
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... heard the fated thunder's sound , Till burst the bolt on yonder shore , Roll'd , blazed , destroy'd , —and was no more . Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth , Who bade the conqueror go forth , And lanch'd that thunderbolt of war On ...
... heard the fated thunder's sound , Till burst the bolt on yonder shore , Roll'd , blazed , destroy'd , —and was no more . Nor mourn ye less his perish'd worth , Who bade the conqueror go forth , And lanch'd that thunderbolt of war On ...
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... heard the Border Minstrel's rhyme : His Gothic harp has o'er you rung ; The Bard you deign'd to praise , your deathless names has sung . Stay yet , illusion , stay a while , My wilder'd fancy still beguile ! From this high theme how can ...
... heard the Border Minstrel's rhyme : His Gothic harp has o'er you rung ; The Bard you deign'd to praise , your deathless names has sung . Stay yet , illusion , stay a while , My wilder'd fancy still beguile ! From this high theme how can ...
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... heard again Renew'd such legendary strain ; For thou hast sung , how He of Gaul , That Amidas so famed in hall , For Oriana , foil'd in fight The Necromancer's felon might ; And well in modern verse hast wove Partenopex's mystic love ...
... heard again Renew'd such legendary strain ; For thou hast sung , how He of Gaul , That Amidas so famed in hall , For Oriana , foil'd in fight The Necromancer's felon might ; And well in modern verse hast wove Partenopex's mystic love ...
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... heard . X. The guards their morrice - pikes advanced , The trumpets flourish'd brave , The cannon from the ramparts glanced , And thundering welcome gave . A blithe salute , in martial sort , The minstrels well might sound , For , as ...
... heard . X. The guards their morrice - pikes advanced , The trumpets flourish'd brave , The cannon from the ramparts glanced , And thundering welcome gave . A blithe salute , in martial sort , The minstrels well might sound , For , as ...
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... heard in vain . XIV . " Now , good Lord Marmion , " Heron says , your fair courtesy , " Of I pray you bide some little space In this poor tower with me . Here may you keep your arms from rust , May breathe your war - horse well ; Seldom ...
... heard in vain . XIV . " Now , good Lord Marmion , " Heron says , your fair courtesy , " Of I pray you bide some little space In this poor tower with me . Here may you keep your arms from rust , May breathe your war - horse well ; Seldom ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abbess ancient Angus arms band Baron battle battle of Flodden beneath blast bold Border called CANTO Carle castle Clare Cuthbert dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest fair fear fell fight fire Fitz-Eustace foes gallant grace grave Guenever hall hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy Holy Island honour horse host James IV King James King's knight Lady land light Lindesay Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd minstrel Monarch monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Northumberland Note nought o'er Palmer pass'd Perchance plain ride round royal rude Saint scarce Scot Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir Launcelot Sir Walter Scott spear squire steed stood Surrey sword tale Tamworth Tantallon tell thee thou thought tide tower Twas Tweed Whitby Whitby's wild Wilton
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Página 216 - Oh ! 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 217 - 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 186 - For on the smoke-wreaths, huge and slow, That round her sable turrets flow, The morning beams were shed, And tinged them with a lustre proud, Like that which streaks a thunder-cloud. Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge Castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town...
Página 294 - 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 276 - 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...
Página 250 - The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face, Scrubb'd till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn, By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high, Crested with bays and rosemary. Well can the green-garb'd ranger tell How, when, and where, the monster fell ; What dogs before his death he tore, And all the baiting...
Página 247 - 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...
Página 40 - Day set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone: The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loophole grates, where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone...
Página 27 - With dying hand the rudder held, Till, in his fall, with fateful sway, The steerage of the realm gave way ! Then, while on Britain's thousand plains One unpolluted church remains, Whose peaceful bells ne'er sent around The bloody tocsin's maddening sound, But still, upon the...
Página 166 - He was a man of middle age ; In aspect manly, grave, and sage. As on King's errand come ; But in the glances of his eye, A penetrating, keen, and sly Expression found its home...