The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott |
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... tell Jesu Maria , shield us well ! -- No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the threshold stone . II . The tables were drawn , it was idlesse all ; Knight , and page , and household squire , Loiter'd through the ...
... tell Jesu Maria , shield us well ! -- No living wight , save the Ladye alone , Had dared to cross the threshold stone . II . The tables were drawn , it was idlesse all ; Knight , and page , and household squire , Loiter'd through the ...
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... tell the rigid doom That dragg'd my master to his tomb ; How Ousenam's maidens tore their hair , Wept till their eyes were dead and dim , And wrung their hands for love of him , Who died at Jedwood Air ? He died ! -his scholars , one by ...
... tell the rigid doom That dragg'd my master to his tomb ; How Ousenam's maidens tore their hair , Wept till their eyes were dead and dim , And wrung their hands for love of him , Who died at Jedwood Air ? He died ! -his scholars , one by ...
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... tell each hardy clan , From the fair Middle Marches came ; The Bloody Heart blaz'd in the van , Announcing Douglas , dreaded name ! Vails not to tell what steeds did spurn , Where the Seven Spears of Wedder- burne Their men in battle ...
... tell each hardy clan , From the fair Middle Marches came ; The Bloody Heart blaz'd in the van , Announcing Douglas , dreaded name ! Vails not to tell what steeds did spurn , Where the Seven Spears of Wedder- burne Their men in battle ...
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... tell you of the approaching fight . Tawny his boot , and gold his spur , But , were each dame a listening Unheard he prays. strove , And both could scarcely master love , Lord Henry's at her feet . XIII . Oft have I mus'd what purpose ...
... tell you of the approaching fight . Tawny his boot , and gold his spur , But , were each dame a listening Unheard he prays. strove , And both could scarcely master love , Lord Henry's at her feet . XIII . Oft have I mus'd what purpose ...
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... tell what words were made , What Douglas , Home , and Howard said- For Howard was a generous foe- And how the clan ... tell each tender word Twixt Margaret and ' twixt Cran- stoun's lord ; Nor how she told of former woes , shower On ...
... tell what words were made , What Douglas , Home , and Howard said- For Howard was a generous foe- And how the clan ... tell each tender word Twixt Margaret and ' twixt Cran- stoun's lord ; Nor how she told of former woes , shower On ...
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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.