The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott ...Little, Brown, 1866 - 612 páginas |
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... fell ! - # When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard the slogan's + deadly yell- Then the chief of Branksome fell . VIII ...
... fell ! - # When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And heard the slogan's + deadly yell- Then the chief of Branksome fell . VIII ...
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... fell ! When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And beard the slogan's deadly yell— Then the chief of Branksome fell . VIII . piety ...
... fell ! When startled burghers fled , afar , The furies of the Border war ; When the streets of high Dunedin Saw lances gleam , and falchions redden , And beard the slogan's deadly yell— Then the chief of Branksome fell . VIII . piety ...
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... Fell . XV . RIVER SPIRIT . " Sleep'st thou , brother ? " . MOUNTAIN SPIRIT . - " Brother , may- On my hills the moonbeams play . From Craik - cross to Skelfhill pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morris pacing , To ...
... Fell . XV . RIVER SPIRIT . " Sleep'st thou , brother ? " . MOUNTAIN SPIRIT . - " Brother , may- On my hills the moonbeams play . From Craik - cross to Skelfhill pen , By every rill , in every glen , Merry elves their morris pacing , To ...
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... fell , * Magical delusion . ↑ A shepherd's hut . So fierce , it stretch'd him on the plain , Beside the wounded Deloraine . From the ground he rose dismay'd , And shook his huge and matted head ; One word he mutter'd , and no more ...
... fell , * Magical delusion . ↑ A shepherd's hut . So fierce , it stretch'd him on the plain , Beside the wounded Deloraine . From the ground he rose dismay'd , And shook his huge and matted head ; One word he mutter'd , and no more ...
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... Fell by the side of great Dundee . Why , when the volleying musket play'd Against the bloody Highland blade , Why was not I beside him laid ? — Enough - he died the death of fame ; Enough - he died with conquering Græme . III . Now over ...
... Fell by the side of great Dundee . Why , when the volleying musket play'd Against the bloody Highland blade , Why was not I beside him laid ? — Enough - he died the death of fame ; Enough - he died with conquering Græme . III . Now over ...
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Abbotsford agen arms band bard battle beneath blood bold bower brand Branksome Hall brave breast bright broadsword brow Bruce castle courser dark deep Deloraine Douglas dread Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fate fear fell fierce fight gallant gave glance glen grace grey hall hand harp hast hath Hawick hear heard heart heaven hill isle King knight Lady lake land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine lonely look Lord Marmion Lorn loud maid maiden mark'd minstrel Monarch morning Moss-troopers mountain ne'er noble Norham o'er pale pass'd poem pride proud Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby Rokeby's rose round rude rung Saint scene Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd shore shout show'd silvan sire song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stern stood strife sword tale tell thee thine thou thought tide tower turn'd Twas twixt vex'd wake warrior wave ween wild wind youth
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Página 23 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 23 - O, 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 unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Página 23 - 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 23 - 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 37 - 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 32 - 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 xxii - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements, and feelings, and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
Página 45 - While many a broken band Disordered through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; 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.
Página xli - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Página 220 - Come, as the winds come when Forests are rended ! Come, as the waves come when Navies are stranded...