The Poetical WorksFrowde, 1909 - 970 páginas |
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... noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though stiff his hand , his voice though weak , He thought even yet , the sooth to speak , That , if she loved the harp to hear , He could make music to her ear . The humble boon ...
... noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though stiff his hand , his voice though weak , He thought even yet , the sooth to speak , That , if she loved the harp to hear , He could make music to her ear . The humble boon ...
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... noble mind was inly moved For the kinsman of the maid he loved . ' This shalt thou do without delay : No longer here myself may stay ; Unless the swifter I speed away , Short shrift will be at my dying day . ' VIII . Away in speed Lord ...
... noble mind was inly moved For the kinsman of the maid he loved . ' This shalt thou do without delay : No longer here myself may stay ; Unless the swifter I speed away , Short shrift will be at my dying day . ' VIII . Away in speed Lord ...
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Walter Scott. Was lost and won for that bonny Then wrathful was the noble dame ; XVI . Soon on the hill's steep verge he stood. The Scotts have scatter'd the Beatti- son clan , In Eskdale they left but one landed man . The valley of Eske ...
Walter Scott. Was lost and won for that bonny Then wrathful was the noble dame ; XVI . Soon on the hill's steep verge he stood. The Scotts have scatter'd the Beatti- son clan , In Eskdale they left but one landed man . The valley of Eske ...
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... noble Dame To the wall's outward circle came ; Each chief around lean'd on his spear To see the pursuivant appear . All in Lord Howard's livery dress'd , The lion argent deck'd his breast ; He led a boy of blooming hue— O sight to meet ...
... noble Dame To the wall's outward circle came ; Each chief around lean'd on his spear To see the pursuivant appear . All in Lord Howard's livery dress'd , The lion argent deck'd his breast ; He led a boy of blooming hue— O sight to meet ...
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... noble Lords ! ' he breathless said , ' What treason has your march be tray'd ? What make you here , from aid so far , Before you walls , around you war ? Your foemen triumph in the thought That in the toils the lion's caught . Already ...
... noble Lords ! ' he breathless said , ' What treason has your march be tray'd ? What make you here , from aid so far , Before you walls , around you war ? Your foemen triumph in the thought That in the toils the lion's caught . Already ...
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Página 39 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Página 142 - 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 143 - 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 142 - O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" "I long woo'd 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 160 - 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 143 - 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 143 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Página 142 - Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) 'O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar...
Página 768 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. " 'Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' * * * " 'Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' 'The gray-headed sexton That delves the grave duly.' * * * "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Página 31 - CALL it not vain : — they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply ; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.