The Complete Poetical Works of Sir Walter ScottHoughton, Mifflin, 1900 - 582 من الصفحات |
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... tower ! 190 ' Dost fear ? dost fear ? The moon shines clear , - Dost fear to ride with me ? - Hurrah ! hurrah ! the dead can ride ! ' — ' O William , let them be ! - ' See there , see there ! What yonder swings - And creaks mid ...
... tower ! 190 ' Dost fear ? dost fear ? The moon shines clear , - Dost fear to ride with me ? - Hurrah ! hurrah ! the dead can ride ! ' — ' O William , let them be ! - ' See there , see there ! What yonder swings - And creaks mid ...
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... towers ere day . ' ' First , three times tell each Ave - bead , And thrice a Pater - noster say ; Then kiss with me the ... tower of Smailholm , when Walter Scott begged him not to destroy it . THE Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day , He ...
... towers ere day . ' ' First , three times tell each Ave - bead , And thrice a Pater - noster say ; Then kiss with me the ... tower of Smailholm , when Walter Scott begged him not to destroy it . THE Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day , He ...
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... tower . He came not from where Ancram Moor Ran red with English blood ; Where the Douglas true and the bold Buccleuch ' Gainst keen Lord Evers stood . 20 Yet was his helmet hacked and hewed , His acton pierced and tore , His axe and his ...
... tower . He came not from where Ancram Moor Ran red with English blood ; Where the Douglas true and the bold Buccleuch ' Gainst keen Lord Evers stood . 20 Yet was his helmet hacked and hewed , His acton pierced and tore , His axe and his ...
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... tower , Mixed with the sea - fowl's shrilly moans And ccean's bursting roar ! ' O , in fell Clavers ' hour of pride , Even in his mightiest day , 4C As bold he strides through conquest's tide , O , stretch him on the clay ! ' His widow ...
... tower , Mixed with the sea - fowl's shrilly moans And ccean's bursting roar ! ' O , in fell Clavers ' hour of pride , Even in his mightiest day , 4C As bold he strides through conquest's tide , O , stretch him on the clay ! ' His widow ...
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... tower , Slowly to the hills around Told the fourth , the fated hour ? Starts the steed and snuffs the air , Yet no ... towers , The song went round , the goblet flowed , And revel sped the laughing hours . Then , thrilling to the harp's ...
... tower , Slowly to the hills around Told the fourth , the fated hour ? Starts the steed and snuffs the air , Yet no ... towers , The song went round , the goblet flowed , And revel sped the laughing hours . Then , thrilling to the harp's ...
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Abbotsford Argentine arms bade band banner bard battle beneath Bertram blood bold bower brand brave breast bright Brignall broadsword brow castle courser dark death deep Deloraine Douglas dread Ettrick Forest fair falchion fame fate fear fell fierce fight fire gallant glance glen grace gray hall hand harp hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor King knight lady lake land light Loch Katrine lone look Lord loud maid maiden Marmion minstrel minstrelsy monarch morning Mortham moss-trooper mountain ne'er noble o'er pale pennons pibroch poem pride Redmond Risingham rock Roderick Rokeby Rokeby's round Saint Saxon scene Scotland Scott Scottish sire smile song sought soul sound spear spoke steed stern stood stream strife sword tale tell thee thine thou tide toil tower twixt voice wake warrior wave ween wild Wilfrid wind youth
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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...