The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottHoughton, Mifflin, 1900 - 582 من الصفحات |
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... hath staid , Where Bothwell's towers in ruin piled O'erlook the verdant glade ; And many a tale of love and fear Hath mingled with the scene - Of Bothwell's banks that bloomed so dear , And Bothwell's bonny Jean . O , if with rugged ...
... hath staid , Where Bothwell's towers in ruin piled O'erlook the verdant glade ; And many a tale of love and fear Hath mingled with the scene - Of Bothwell's banks that bloomed so dear , And Bothwell's bonny Jean . O , if with rugged ...
الصفحة 74
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
الصفحة 94
... hath passed a week but joust Or feat of arms befell . The Scots can rein a mettled steed , And love to couch a spear ; Saint George ! a stirring life they lead That have such neighbors near ! Then stay with us a little space , Our ...
... hath passed a week but joust Or feat of arms befell . The Scots can rein a mettled steed , And love to couch a spear ; Saint George ! a stirring life they lead That have such neighbors near ! Then stay with us a little space , Our ...
الصفحة 95
... Hath seldom left our castle walls , 310 320 330 340 he could rein 350 Since , on the vigil of Saint Bede , In evil hour he crossed the Tweed , To teach Dame Alison her creed . Old Bughtrig found him with his wife , And Johu , an enemy ...
... Hath seldom left our castle walls , 310 320 330 340 he could rein 350 Since , on the vigil of Saint Bede , In evil hour he crossed the Tweed , To teach Dame Alison her creed . Old Bughtrig found him with his wife , And Johu , an enemy ...
الصفحة 96
... hath he prayed . He knows the passes of the North , And seeks far shrines beyond the Forth ; Little he eats , and long will wake , And drinks but of the stream or lake . This were a guide o'er moor and dale ; Eut when our John hath ...
... hath he prayed . He knows the passes of the North , And seeks far shrines beyond the Forth ; Little he eats , and long will wake , And drinks but of the stream or lake . This were a guide o'er moor and dale ; Eut when our John hath ...
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الصفحة 130 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered '"Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 51 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
الصفحة 451 - 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. But present still, though now unseen! When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And...
الصفحة 91 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone: The battled towers, the Donjon Keep, The loop-hole grates where captives weep? The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
الصفحة 51 - If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray. When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
الصفحة 160 - And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face ! What though the sun, with ardent frown, Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown, The sportive toil, which, short and light, Had dyed her glowing hue so bright, Served too in hastier swell to show Short glimpses of a breast of snow ; What though no rule of courtly grace To measured mood had...
الصفحة 138 - All hailed, with uncontrolled delight And general voice, the happy night That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face...
الصفحة 156 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky; A moment gazed adown the dale, A moment snuffed the tainted gale, A moment listened to the cry, That...
الصفحة 147 - King James did rushing come. — Scarce could they hear, or see their foes, Until at weapon-point they close. — They close, in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway, and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth And fiends in upper air ; Oh 1 life and death were in the shout, Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
الصفحة 162 - 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...