The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott |
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... chiefs , the mortal jar , Her father was a clerk of fame , The havoc of the feudal war , Vengeance , deep - brooding o ... Chief of Branksome fell . VIII . Can piety the discord heal , Or stanch the death - feud's enmity ? Can Christian ...
... chiefs , the mortal jar , Her father was a clerk of fame , The havoc of the feudal war , Vengeance , deep - brooding o ... Chief of Branksome fell . VIII . Can piety the discord heal , Or stanch the death - feud's enmity ? Can Christian ...
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... chief of such a clan , And art the son of such a man , And ever comest to thy command , Our wardens had need to keep good order ; My bow of yew to a hazel wand , Thou ' lt make them work upon the Border . Meantime , be pleased to come ...
... chief of such a clan , And art the son of such a man , And ever comest to thy command , Our wardens had need to keep good order ; My bow of yew to a hazel wand , Thou ' lt make them work upon the Border . Meantime , be pleased to come ...
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... Chief's defence to aid . There was saddling and mounting in haste , There was pricking o'er moor and lea ; He that was last at the trysting - place Was but lightly held of his gay ladye . VIII . From fair St. Mary's silver wave , From ...
... Chief's defence to aid . There was saddling and mounting in haste , There was pricking o'er moor and lea ; He that was last at the trysting - place Was but lightly held of his gay ladye . VIII . From fair St. Mary's silver wave , From ...
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... 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 ; O sight to meet a mother's view ! He led a boy of blooming huc- It was the heir of great Buccleuch ...
... 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 ; O sight to meet a mother's view ! He led a boy of blooming huc- It was the heir of great Buccleuch ...
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... chief , Though much the Ladye sage gain . say'd ; For though their hearts were brave and true , From Jedwood's recent sack they knew How tardy was the Regent's aid : And you may guess the noble Dame Durst not the IV . ] 29 The Eay of ...
... chief , Though much the Ladye sage gain . say'd ; For though their hearts were brave and true , From Jedwood's recent sack they knew How tardy was the Regent's aid : And you may guess the noble Dame Durst not the IV . ] 29 The Eay of ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ancient arms band bard battle battle of Methven beneath blood blood-hound bold Border bower Branksome Branksome Hall brave breast brow Bruce Buccleuch called castle chief chieftain clan courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Earl Earl of Angus English Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fear fell fight fire gallant grey hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Highland hill horse hound Isles James John King knight lady Ladye land Liddesdale light Loch Katrine Lord Lorn loud maid mark'd Marmion minstrel morning Mortham moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble Norham NOTE o'er pass'd pride Risingham rock Rokeby round rude Saint Scotland Scott Scottish seem'd slain song sought sound spear steed stone stood sword tale tell thee thine Thomas the Rhymer thou tide tower turn'd Twas wake warrior wave ween wild wind
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الصفحة 138 - 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 unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 139 - 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?
الصفحة 45 - 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 ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSHED is the harp— the Minstrel...
الصفحة 37 - This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned 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,...
الصفحة 138 - 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.
الصفحة 664 - Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay Waken, lords and ladies gay...
الصفحة 37 - 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...
الصفحة 198 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking : Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting-fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.