The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Volumen2Little, Brown & Company; Shepard, Clark and Brown, 1857 |
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... 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 launch'd that thunderbolt of war On Egypt , Hafnia , 3 ...
... 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 launch'd that thunderbolt of war On Egypt , Hafnia , 3 ...
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... sound is still , The warder silent on the hill ! Oh think , how to his latest day , 1 When Death , just hovering , claim'd his prey , With Palinure's unalter'd mood , Firm at his dangerous post he stood ; Each call for needful rest ...
... sound is still , The warder silent on the hill ! Oh think , how to his latest day , 1 When Death , just hovering , claim'd his prey , With Palinure's unalter'd mood , Firm at his dangerous post he stood ; Each call for needful rest ...
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... sound , And wit that loved to play , not wound , And all the reasoning powers divine , To penetrate , resolve , combine , Could save one mortal of the herd From error - Fox had never err'd . " ] As if some angel spoke agen , " All peace ...
... sound , And wit that loved to play , not wound , And all the reasoning powers divine , To penetrate , resolve , combine , Could save one mortal of the herd From error - Fox had never err'd . " ] As if some angel spoke agen , " All peace ...
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... sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems to cry , ― " Here let their discord with them die . Speak not for those a separate doom , Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men , Where ...
... sound , And Fox's shall the notes rebound . The solemn echo seems to cry , ― " Here let their discord with them die . Speak not for those a separate doom , Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men , Where ...
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... sounds die on my ear . Now slow return the lonely down , The silent pastures bleak and brown , The farm begirt with copsewood wild , The gambols of each frolic child , Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters ...
... sounds die on my ear . Now slow return the lonely down , The silent pastures bleak and brown , The farm begirt with copsewood wild , The gambols of each frolic child , Mixing their shrill cries with the tone Of Tweed's dark waters ...
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Abbess ancient Angus arms band Baron battle battle of Flodden beneath blast Blount bold Border called CANTO castle chapel Clare dame dark deep Douglas e'er Earl Earl of Angus Earl of Mar Edinburgh England English Ettrick Forest Eustace fair fear fell fight fire Fitz-Eustace Flodden gallant grace grave hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy Holy Island honour horse host James IV King's knight Lady land light Lindesay look Lord Marmion loud maid mark'd merry minstrel monarch monks mountain ne'er never noble Norham Norham Castle Northumberland Note o'er Palmer pass'd peace Perchance plain poem rest rode round royal rude Saint scarce Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shield show'd Sir Launcelot 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 320 - Part we in friendship from your land, And, noble earl, receive my hand." But Douglas round him drew his cloak, Folded his arms, and thus he spoke: "My manors, halls, and bowers shall still Be open, at my sovereign's will, To each one whom he lists, howe'er Unmeet to be the owner's peer. My castles are my king's alone, From turret to foundation-stone; The hand of Douglas is his own, And never shall in friendly grasp The hand of such as Marmion clasp.
Página 339 - The border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Página 252 - 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 349 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their King. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Página 253 - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh; With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — 'Now tread we a measure!
Página 136 - Glared through the window's rusty bars ; And ever, by the winter hearth, Old tales I heard of woe or mirth, Of lovers' slights, of ladies' charms, Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, 200 Had swept the scarlet ranks away.
Página 30 - Twill trickle to his rival's bier ; O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, — " Here let their discord with them die...
Página 217 - When sated with the martial show That peopled all the plain below, The wandering eye could o'er it go, And mark the distant city glow With gloomy splendour red ; 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...
Página 82 - Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue Each hill's huge outline you may view; Shaggy with heath, but lonely bare, Nor tree, nor bush, nor brake is there, Save where, of land, yon slender line Bears thwart the lake the scatter'd pine.
Página 287 - 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...