The complete poetical and dramatic works of sir Walter Scott. With an intr. memoir by W.B. Scott |
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... heard the slogan's deadly yell- Then the Chief of Branksome fell . VIII . Can piety the discord heal , Or stanch the death - feud's enmity ? Can Christian lore , can patriot zeal , Can love of blessed charity ? No ! vainly to each holy ...
... heard the slogan's deadly yell- Then the Chief of Branksome fell . VIII . Can piety the discord heal , Or stanch the death - feud's enmity ? Can Christian lore , can patriot zeal , Can love of blessed charity ? No ! vainly to each holy ...
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... heard the heavy jar , Where massy stone and iron bar Were piled on echoing keep and tower , To whelm the foe with deadly shower ; Was frequent heard the changing guard , And watch - word from the sleepless ward ; While , wearied by the ...
... heard the heavy jar , Where massy stone and iron bar Were piled on echoing keep and tower , To whelm the foe with deadly shower ; Was frequent heard the changing guard , And watch - word from the sleepless ward ; While , wearied by the ...
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... heard of Surrey's fame ?! His was the hero's soul of fire , And his the bard's immortal name , And his was love , exalted high By all the glow of chivalry . XIV . They sought , together , climes afar , And oft , within some olive grove ...
... heard of Surrey's fame ?! His was the hero's soul of fire , And his the bard's immortal name , And his was love , exalted high By all the glow of chivalry . XIV . They sought , together , climes afar , And oft , within some olive grove ...
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... heard a voice in Branksome Hall , Some saw a sight , not seen by all ; That dreadful voice was heard by some , And on the spot where burst the brand , Cry , with loud summons , " GYLBIN , COME ! " Just where the page had flung him down ...
... heard a voice in Branksome Hall , Some saw a sight , not seen by all ; That dreadful voice was heard by some , And on the spot where burst the brand , Cry , with loud summons , " GYLBIN , COME ! " Just where the page had flung him down ...
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... heard the wondrous tale ; No sound was made , no word was spoke , Till noble Angus silence broke ; And he a solemn sacred plight Did to St. Bride of Douglas make , That he a pilgrimage would take To Melrose Abbey , for the sake Of ...
... heard the wondrous tale ; No sound was made , no word was spoke , Till noble Angus silence broke ; And he a solemn sacred plight Did to St. Bride of Douglas make , That he a pilgrimage would take To Melrose Abbey , for the sake Of ...
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Allaster ancient Argentine arms band bard Barnard Castle battle battle of Methven beneath blood bold Branksome brave breast brow Bruce called castle chief Chieftain clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus Edward Edward Bruce English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fierce fight gallant gave glance hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Highland hill horse Isles James John King knight lady lake land light Loch Katrine Lord Lorn loud maid Marmion minstrel monarch Mortham mountain ne'er noble Note o'er pass'd pride Risingham rock Rokeby Ronald round rude Saint scene Scotland Scottish seem'd shore side Sigillum slain sought sound spear steed stern stone stood sword tale tell thai thee thine thou tide tower turn'd Turnberry Twas wake warriors wave ween wild
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الصفحة 497 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own.
الصفحة 187 - Return'd the Chief his haughty stare, His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — ' Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
الصفحة 118 - 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,
الصفحة 79 - 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 : Speak not for those a separate doom, Whom Fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen...
الصفحة 497 - ... present still, though now unseen ! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light ! Our harps we left by Babel's streams, The tyrant's jest, the Gentile's scorn; No censer round our altar beams, And mute are timbrel, harp, and horn. But THOU hast said, The blood of goat, The flesh of rams I will...
الصفحة 118 - 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.
الصفحة 79 - Had'st thou but lived, though stripp'd of power, A watchman on the lonely tower, Thy thrilling trump had roused the land, When fraud or danger were at hand ; By thee, as by the beacon-light, Our pilots had kept course aright ; As some proud column, though alone, Thy strength had propp'd the tottering throne : Now is the stately column broke, The beacon-light is quench'd in smoke, The trumpet's silver sound is still, The warder silent on the hill...
الصفحة 132 - Lord Marmion turned — well was his need — And dashed the rowels in his steed, Like arrow through the archway sprung, The ponderous grate behind him rung; To pass there was such scanty room, The bars descending razed his plume.
الصفحة 513 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
الصفحة 48 - 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.