The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott |
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... heard the mountains round Ring to the baying of a hound . XV . His coal - black hair , shorn round and close , Set off his sun - burn'd face : Old England's sign , St. George's cross , His barret - cap did grace ; His bugle - horn hung ...
... heard the mountains round Ring to the baying of a hound . XV . His coal - black hair , shorn round and close , Set off his sun - burn'd face : Old England's sign , St. George's cross , His barret - cap did grace ; His bugle - horn hung ...
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... Heard , far below , the coursers ' tread , While loud the harness rung As to their seats , with clamour dread , The ready horsemen sprung : And trampling hoofs , and iron coats , And leaders ' voices mingled notes , And out ! and out ...
... Heard , far below , the coursers ' tread , While loud the harness rung As to their seats , with clamour dread , The ready horsemen sprung : And trampling hoofs , and iron coats , And leaders ' voices mingled notes , And out ! and out ...
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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 ...
الصفحة 46
... heard a voice in Branksome Then each , to ease his troubled breast , ' Twas fear'd his mind would ne'er Which after in short space befell ; Then mass was sung , and prayers There shelter'd wanderers. stone , Were instant seen , and ...
... heard a voice in Branksome Then each , to ease his troubled breast , ' Twas fear'd his mind would ne'er Which after in short space befell ; Then mass was sung , and prayers There shelter'd wanderers. stone , Were instant seen , and ...
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... heard that his father lay there buried , and offered a hundred crowns to any who could show him his grave . A very old man appeared before Sir Walter , and informed him of the manner of his father's death , and the place of his ...
... heard that his father lay there buried , and offered a hundred crowns to any who could show him his grave . A very old man appeared before Sir Walter , and informed him of the manner of his father's death , and the place of his ...
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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.