The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Sketch of His LifeJ. Crissy ...; and, 1838 - 443 páginas |
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... fire : The stag hounds , weary with the chase , Lay stretched upon the rushy floor , And urged , in dreams , the forest - race , From Teviotstone to Eskdale - moor . III . Nine - and - twenty knights of fame Hung their shields in Brank ...
... fire : The stag hounds , weary with the chase , Lay stretched upon the rushy floor , And urged , in dreams , the forest - race , From Teviotstone to Eskdale - moor . III . Nine - and - twenty knights of fame Hung their shields in Brank ...
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... fire , and courage fell : Dejectedly , and low , he bowed , And , gazing timid on the crowd ,. He seemed to seek , in every eye , If they approved his minstrelsy : And , diffident of present praise , Somewhat he spoke of former days ...
... fire , and courage fell : Dejectedly , and low , he bowed , And , gazing timid on the crowd ,. He seemed to seek , in every eye , If they approved his minstrelsy : And , diffident of present praise , Somewhat he spoke of former days ...
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... fire , To paint his faithful passion strove ; Swore , he might at her feet expire , But never , never cease to love ; And how she blushed , and how she sighed , And , half consenting , half denied , And said that she would die a maid ...
... fire , To paint his faithful passion strove ; Swore , he might at her feet expire , But never , never cease to love ; And how she blushed , and how she sighed , And , half consenting , half denied , And said that she would die a maid ...
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... fire was fled , And my poor withered heart was dead , And that I might not sing of love ! How could I to the dearest theme , That ever warmed a Minstrel's dream , So foul , so false a recreant prove ! How could I name love's very name ...
... fire was fled , And my poor withered heart was dead , And that I might not sing of love ! How could I to the dearest theme , That ever warmed a Minstrel's dream , So foul , so false a recreant prove ! How could I name love's very name ...
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... fire , He lighted the match of his bandelier , * And wofully scorched the hack butteer . † It may be hardly thought or said , The mischief that the urchin made , Till many of the castle guessed , That the young baron was possessed ...
... fire , He lighted the match of his bandelier , * And wofully scorched the hack butteer . † It may be hardly thought or said , The mischief that the urchin made , Till many of the castle guessed , That the young baron was possessed ...
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Página 93 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Página 83 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby 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 97 - 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 83 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 158 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends from heaven that fell Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their...
Página 421 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Página 21 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand...
Página 202 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.
Página 151 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Página 150 - Sir Roderick marked — and in his eyes Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel. Short space he stood — then waved his hand: Down sunk the disappearing band; Each warrior...